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THE 

PSALMS   of  DAVID, 

Imitated  in  the  Language  o^thc 

New    Testament. 


PSALM     L      Common  Metre. 
7  he  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked' 

I  T>  LEST  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place 
X3  Where  fmners  love  to  meet ; 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways. 
And  hates  the  fcofFer's  feat : 

a  Who  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ; 
I5y  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word. 

And  meditates  by  night. 

[3  He,  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  florms  and  blafting  wind, 

Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.j 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 
Shall  his  profefTion  fhine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  cluflers  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  imp'ous  and  unjuft  ; 


4  PSALM    L 

What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  du{^^ 
Or  chaff  before  the  (Lorm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  fhail  not  ftand 
AmongO  the  fons  of  grace, 

When  Chrift  the  Judge  at  his  right  hand 
/  Appomts  his  faints  a  place, 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  treads 
His  heart  approves  it  well  ; 

But  crooked  ways  of  fmners  lead 
Dov/n  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM     L     Short  Metre, 
The  faint  happy  t  thefinner  miferahk, 

1  ^  I  "^  H  E  man  is  ever  bled 

X     Who  (nuns  the  finners'  ways. 
Among  their  counfels  never  ftands, 
Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place* 

2  Who  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  ftudy  and  delight, 

Amidit  the  labor?  of  the  day. 
And  watches  cf  the  night.. 

3  He  like  a  tree  (hall  thrive. 
With  watcis  near  the  root  : 

Freih  a^s  the  leaf  his  name  (liall  live  ; 
His  works  ,ate  heavenly  fruit. 

4  But  the  ungodly  rac<;;. 
Shall  no  fuch  bleflings  find  : 

Their  hopes  Ihall  tlec  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the   driving  wind. 

5  Hov/  v/ ill  they  bear  tp.fland 
Before  that  Judj^mcnt-feat, 

Where  all  the  faints  at  Clirift's  right  hand^ 


PSALM    I.  5 

In  full  aflembly  meet  ? 
6  He  knows  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  right'ous  go  v 
But  finners  and  their  works  fhall  meet 

A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM     L     Long  Metre. 
The  difference  between  the  right  con  s  i^  the  zuiched', 

I    T_T  APPY  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet 
ITjL  Shun  the  broad  way  which  fmners  go. 
Who  hates  the  place  where  ath'ifls  meet. 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcofFers  do. 
a  He  loves  to  pafs  his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ilatutes  of  the  Lord  j 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleafure,  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  lijve  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams. 
Shall  iiouriih.  in  immortal  green  , 
A^nd  heav'n  will  fhine  with  kindefl  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4^  But  finners  find  their  counfels  crcft  ; 
As  chflF  before  the  temped  flies  ; 
So  (hall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lofl. 
When  the  laft  trumpet  fhakes  the  lkies« 

5  In  vain  the  rebels  feek.  to  ftand 
In  judgment,  with  the  pious  race  ; 
The  dreadful  Judge  v/ith  ftern  command 
Divides  them  to  a  dift'rent  place. 

6  *'  Straight  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod,. 
*'   I  blefs'd  the  path  and  drew  it  plain  ; 
*^'  But  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  roadj,, 
**  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain  J* 


6  PSALM    If. 

PSALM     IL      Short  Metre. 

Tranflated  according  to  the  divine  pattern. 

ASl^  iv.  24.   l£c. 
C'^riil's  dyingy  rljlng,  interceding  and  reigning. 

[i    A  yf  A  K  E  R  and  fov'reign  Lord 

xV-L     Of  heav'n,  and  earth  and  feas. 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  fo  lon^  foretold 
By  David  ZI&  falfilrd, 

When  Jsivs  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay. 
Jefus,  thine  only  child:] 

3  Why  did  the  Genfiks  rage, 
A.nd  Jews  with  one  accord, 

Bend  all  their  connfels  to  deflroy 
Th'  anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 

Againd  the  Lord  their  powers  unite^, 
Againft  his  Chriii  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  rupport  his  throne, 

The  Lord  who  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  Son. 

P  A  u  s  E. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 
And  afks  to  rule  the  earth  ;. 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads^ 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth., 

^  He  aO'is,  and  God  beftowi. 
A  large  inheritaace  ^ 


PSALM    IT.  ^ 

Far  as  the  v/oild's  remoteft  ends 

His  kingdom  fhali  advance. 
8  The  nations  who  rebel 

Mud  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honors  well. 

Which  he  receiv'd  from  God, 

[9  Be  vi^ife,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  worfhip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 

To  God's  exalted  Son. 

I  o  If  once  his  wrath  arife. 

Ye  perifh  on  the  place  ; 
Then  bleifed  is  the  foul  who  flies 

For  refuge,  to  his  grace.] 

PSALM     IL     Com.mon  Metre. 

1  T  7^  T  H  Y  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 

V  V       The  Lord's  anointed  Sen  ? 
Why  did  they  cafl  his  laws  away. 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord  who  fits  above  the  lldes 
Derides  their  rage  below. 

He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes 
And  flrikes  their  fpirits  through ^ 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  ; 
"  I  m.ake  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
**  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread* 

4  "  Alk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
"  The  utmoft  Heathen  lands  : 

"  Thy  rod  of  iron  fhail  defcroy 
The  rebel  who  withftands.'' 

5  Be  wile,  ye  rulers  of  the  earthy, 


5  FSALM    11. 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne: 
For  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 

Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thafj  alone. 

Who  on  his  grace  rely. 
PSALM     II'    Long  Metre. 

Christ's  death y  rejurr-flion  and  ajcenfion, 
iT  X  THY  did  \x\tjezvs  proclaim  their  rage? 

V  V  The  Rcmafis  why  their  fwords  cm- 
Againft  the  Lord  their  powTS  engage,  [ploy  ? 
His  dear  anointed  to  deflroy  ? 

2  **  Come  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay, 
**  This  man  fnall  never  pive  us  laws," 
And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away, 

And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns. 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls  ! 
He'll  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pains. 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  "  I'  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
*^  On  2/5/2 'j  everlafting hill; 

**  My  hand  {hail  bring  him  from  the  dead 
"  And  he  ihall  ftand  your  Sov'reign  dill/' 

[5  His  wond'rous  rifmg  from  the  earth,. 
Makes  his  eternal  GoD-head  known  \ 
The  Lord  declares  his  heavenly  birth> 
"'  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 
6  *'  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand^ 
**  There  thou  Ihalt  alk  and  1  bellow 
**  The  utnioil  bounds  of  lieathm.  lands^^. 


PSALM    III.  9 

"  To  thee  the  Northern  ifles  Ihall  bow."  ^ 

7  But  nations  v/ho  refift  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  iron  ftroke  \, 
His  rod  fhall  crufh  his  foes  with  eafe, 
As  potter's  earthen  work  is  broke. 

Pause. 

8  Now  ye  who  fit  on  earthly  thrones. 
Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord  the  Lamb  : 
Now  at  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns. 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 

His  wrath  fhali  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
If  ye  provoke  his  jealoufy. 

10  His  ftorms  (hall  drive  you  quick  to  hell. 
He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  duft, 

Happy  the  fouls  who  know  him  well  ; 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

PSALM     III.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears  fupprejfed  ;  or.GO  D  our  de- 
fence from  Jin  and  Satan, 

1  '^  yT  y  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  f 
IVX     Kow  fail  my  foes  inc:  ••.fe  ! 

Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 
There's  no  relief  in  heav'n  ; 

A^nd  all  my  fwelling  fins  appear 
Too  big  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  flrengtha 
Siialt  on  the  tempter  tread. 


10  PSALM    in. 

Shalt  filence  all  my  threat 'ning  guih, 

And  raife  my  drooping  head. 
[4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  lift'ning  ear  ; 
I  call'd  my  Father  and  my  God, 

And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  fhed  foft  fliimbers  on  mine  eyes. 
In  fpight  of  all  my  foes  ; 

I  'woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
Which  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  What  though  the  hofts  of  death  and  hell 
All  arm'd  againft  me  flood. 

Terrors  no  more  fhall  (hake  my  foul ; 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

J  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace. 

While  I  thy  glory  fing : 
My  God  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth. 

And  death  has  loft  his  fting. 

S  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs. 

His  arm  alone  can  fave; 
Blellings  attend  thy  people  here, 

And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM     III.     Long  Metre. 

*       J  Morning  PJahn, 

I    i^^\  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes 

V^  In  this  weak  ftate  of  flerfiand  blood! 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 
^ut  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

ft  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day. 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  ev'ning  cry: 
Thou  hcard'ft  v>^hcn  I  began  to  pray^ 
And  thine  almighty  help  v.as  mgh. 


PSALM    IV.  It 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'niy  aid, 

1  laid  me  down  and  flept  fecure : 

Not  death  fhould  make  my  heart  afraid, 

Though  I  fhould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4.  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night ; 
Salvation  doth  to  GoD  belong: 
He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light. 
And  make  his  praife  my  morning  fong. 

PSALM     IV.     Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of  prayer  \  or^  GOD  ourportiotiy  and 
Chrifi  our  hopet 

1  /^  God  of  grace  and  right'oufnefs, 
V^  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain; 

Thou  haft  enlarged  me  in  diftrefs, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  m.en,  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame  : 
How  long  will  fcofFers  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  ; 

He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents  • 

For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  who  dy'd. 

4  When  our  obed'ent  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  right'oufners, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 

And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 
PVho  will  bejiowfome  earthly  good  ? 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  ; 
Qur  fouls  defire  this  heav'niy  food. 


i^  PSALM    IV.     V. 

6  Then  fhall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice, 
At  grace  and  favox  fo  divine  j 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  corn,  and  all  their  wine. 

PSALM     IV.      Common  Metre. 
An  Evening  Pfahn, 
I    T    ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray; 
X^  I  am  for  ever  thine, 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day. 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  fm. 

2  And  while  I  red  my  weary  head 
From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 

Tis  fweet  converfing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facrifice  ; 
And  when  my  work  is  done. 

Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

FU  give  miqe  eyes  to  Heep  ^ 
Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days. 
And  will  my  {lumbers  keep. 

PSALM    y. 

For  the  Lord' s-Day  ^^dorufng. 

1  T    ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  fiialt  hear 
JLi  My  voice  afcending  liigb.  : 

To  thee  v/ill  I  direct  my  prayr. 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrijt  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 

Prefentins  at  his  Father's  throne 


PSALM     VI.  1.3 

Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whofe  fight 

The  wicked  (hall  not  ftand  ; 
Sinners  fliall  ne'er  be  thy  delight. 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  Kand. 

4.  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort^ 

To  tafle  thy  mercies  there  . 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 

And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  rigfit'oufnefs  ! 

Make  ev'ry  path  of  ^uty  ftraight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Pause. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  aftray  ; 

They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  dull:, 
And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 

While  thofe  who  in  thy  mercy  trufl:. 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  who  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfiU'd  ; 

The  migh^iy  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favor,  as  a  iliield. 

P  S  A  L  M     VL      Gommon  Metre^ 
Complaint  in  Sicknefs  ;  or,  Difcafes  healed, 
I   T  N  anger,  Lord,  rebi;^'e  me  not, 
.  -L  Withdraw  the  dreadful  ilorm  ; 
B 


X4  PSALM    VI. 

Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  fo  hot 
Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul  bows  down  with  heavy  cares. 
My  iielli  with  pain  opprefs'd  ; 

My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears. 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days  j 
I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 

Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more  ? 
Mine  eye  confum'd  with  grief? 

How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thy  hand  affords  relief  ? 

5  He  hears  when  duft  and  afhes  fpeak, 
He  pities  all  our  groans  ; 

He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake. 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fovereing  Lord 
Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 

But  filent  graves  praife  not  the  word. 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

PSALM     VL     Long  Metre. 

Temptations  inftcknefs  overcome, 

1  T    ORD,  I  can  fufFer  thy  rebukes, 
X^When  thoii  withkindnefsdoft  chaftife; 

Eut  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 

2  Pity  my  languifhing  eftate, 

And  eafe  the  forrows  which  I  feel  \ 
The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal ! 


PiSALM     VI  I.  15 

3  See  how  I  pafs  my  weary  days 

In  fighs  and  groans  ;  and  when  'tis  nightj 
My  bed  is  water 'd  with  my  tears. 
My  grief  ccnfumes  and  dims  m.y  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  pow'rs  of  nature  mournJ 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long? 
When  fh'all  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  fhall  1  m^ake  thy  grace  my  fcng  ? 

5  I  feel  my  flefh  fo  near  the  grave. 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair ; 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lordj 
For  all  is  duft  and  filence  there. 

6  Depart  ye  tempters  from  my  foul ; 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart  ^ 
My  God,  who  hears  m^y  humble  moan. 
Will  eafe  m.y  pain,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

PSALM     VIL 

GOD's  care  of  his  people,  and  punljhment  of 
perfecutors. 

1  TV  yT  Y  truft  is  in  my  heavenly  Friend, 
jLVX  My  hope  in  theC;  my  God  ; 

Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
From  thofe  v/ho  feek  my  blood. 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they 
My  foul  in  pieces  tear. 

As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3  If  I  have  e'er  provok'd  them  firO:, 
Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 

Then  let, him  tread  my  life  to  duO:, 

And  lay  mine  honour  low. 
4.'  If  ther  c  be  inalice  hid  in  me^ 


i'6  PSALM    VIII. 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 

1  fhould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife.,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand^ 
The-ir  pride  and  pow'r  controul ; 

Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
peliv'rance  for  my  foul. 

Pause. 

6  Let  finner&^nd  their  wicked  rage 
Be  humble  to  the  duft  : 

Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  jufl  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins* 
He  will  defend  th'  upright :. 

His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
Againil  the  fons  of  fpite. 

8  For  me  their  malice  digg'd  a  pit, 
But  there  themfelves  are  caft  ? 

My  God  makes  all  their  mifchief  light 
On  their  own  heads  at  laft. 

9  That  cruel  perfecoting  race 
Muft  feel  his  dreadful" Avord  ;" 

Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And- juitice  of  tiie  Lord. 

.  P  S  A  L  M     VII L     Short  Metre. 

GjJ's  f over  eighty  and  gocdnefs  ;  and  man's  do- 
Xiiinnon  over  the  creatures* 

OLord,  our  heav'nly  king, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thyglories  round  the  earth  are  fprea.d,. 
And  o'er  the  he^y'ns  they  fiiins.« 

2  V/hen  to  thy  "works  on  high. 


PSALM    VIIl.  17 

I  ralfe  my  wond'ring  eyes. 
And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light. 
Adorn  the  darkfome  Ikies. 

3  When  I  furvey  the  ftars, 
And  all  their  {hining  forms. 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing. 
Akin  to  duft  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  m.an. 
That  thou  ihould'fl:  love  him  fo  ? 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd. 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honors  crown  his  head. 
While  bealls  like  flaves  obey, 

And  birds  which  cut  the  air  with.wingSj 
And  fifli  whiv^  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 

Of  dulf  and  worms  thy  pow'r.  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 

^  [Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes 

And  fucklings,  thou  canft  draw 
Surprifing  honors  to  thy  name  ! 

•And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe,. 
8  O  Lord,  our  heav  nly  king. 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 

-And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhine.] 

PSALM     VIIL  Common  Metre. 

Ghriji's  cm^ejcenfionand gUrificaUm  ;  or,  Gci 

made  viom, 
2:.  /^tord,  our  Lord,how  wond'rous  great 
\J  Is  thine  exalted  name  ; 


!.8  PSALM    Vltt. 

The  glories  of  tiiy  heav'nly  ftate 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  Wben  I  behold' thy  works  on  high^ 
The  moon  which  rules  the  night. 

And  ftars  Vv  hich  well  adorn  the  fky, 
T-hofe  moving  WDrlds  of  light : 

3  Lord  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race. 
Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 

■That  thcu  fhould'ft  vifit  him  v/ith  grace-. 
Arid  love  his  nature  f o  !  '        - 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  Ibould  bear 
To  take  a  mortal  form » 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are. 

To  fave  a  dying  worm  r 
[5  Y*t  while  he  liv'd  on  eaAh  unknown. 

And  men  v/ould  not  adore, 
Obedient  feas  and  fifhes  own^^ 

His  Godhead  and  his  power. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet  j 

An4  fifh  at  his  command. 
Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peters  net. 

Bring 4ribtite  to  his  hand. 

y  Thefe  lefTer  glories  of  thy  Son  - 
Shone  through  tlie  flefhly  cloud  ;... 

Now  we  behold  him  on  his  thrones. 
And  m.en  confsfs  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  be  crown'd  'with  majefty. 
Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ^ 

And  be  his  honors  founded  high, 
By  all  things  which  have  breath. 

9  Jefiis,  our  Lord,  how^  wond'rous  g^reat.  • 
Is  tiiiiic  exalted  name  f 


PSALM    VIIL  ^ 

The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  flate  ^    ^ 

Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

P  S  A  L  M      VriL.    Paraphrajcd.r 
Firji  Pari.      Long  Metre. 

The  Hofanna  of  tht  children  ;  or.    Infants. 

-praifing  God, 
1.    /\    LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  {kies, 
JL\^  Thro'  the  wide  earth   thy  name  is 

[fpread^- 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 
G'er  all  t^ie  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  {jf  the  young 
A  monument  of  ho noar  rai fe" ; 

And  babes,  with  iminflru^led  tongue^ 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  pow'r  ailifts  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  groundp 
To  ft  ill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage. 
And  all  their  policies  confound, 

4  Children  am idft  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  ; 
The  fon  of  David  is  their  fang, 
And  young  Hofannas  fill"  the  place. 

^  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 
ill  vain  their  imp'cus  cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  fits  fiient  in  their  breads 
WhAl^x  Jewijh  babes  proclaim  their  kingo   ^ 

P  S  A  L  M      Nin.   '  Paraphrafed., 

Second  Part,     Long  Ivletre. 

KAzvcL  and  .Qhii£t,  Lords  of  the  eld  and  new 

creation. 
i    T    ORD,  what  was -man,  when  made  at 
.  l^uAdanh  the  oiFspring  of  the  dufl, ,  jTirit*,^ 


lo  PSALM    IX. 

That  thou  fhould'ft  fet  him  and  his  jrace,. 
But  jud  below  an  angel's  place  ? 

2  That  thou  fhould'O  raife  His  nature  To, 
And  make  him  Lord  of  all  bclov/  ; 
Make  ev'ry  beaft  and  bird  fubmit, 

And  lay  the  filhes  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  v/ait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adams  ftate  ? 
What  honors  fhall  thy  Son  adorn  -^ 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4.  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ! 
See  him  in  duft  amongft  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  \ 
Then  fee  him  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeemed  from  all 
The  mvf'ries  which  attend  the  fall, 
New  made,  and  glor'ous  fliall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM     LX.     Firji  Part, 

Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment  feat » 
l"^  X  Tlth  my  whole  heart  I'Uraifemyfongj 

V  V       Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim, 
Thou  fov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 

Will  put  my  foes  to  fhame. 

2  I'll  fmg  thy  majefty  and  grace  ; 
My  God  prepares  his  throne 

To  judge  the  world  in  rjght'oufnefs, 
And-makc  his  veng'ance  known. 

3  Then  (hall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 
For  alt  the  poor  oppreil ; 

To  fave  the  people  of  his  love^ 
Ai^d  give,  the  weary  reft..     . 


PSALM    IX.  21 

4  The  men,  who  knov/  thy  name,  will  truil 
In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 

For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
Who  dwell  on  Sions  hill. 

Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word. 
And  does  his  grace  fulfil. 

PSALM     IX.     Second  Parr. 

The  wifdom  and  equity  of  Providence. 

I T  TT  7He.n  the  great  Judge  i^JOreme  and  juft 
V  V       Shall  once  enquire  for  blood  , 

The  humble  fouls  who  mourn  in  duft. 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death: 
Does  his  own  children  raife : 

In  S ion's  gates,  with  chearful  breath 
They  fing  their  Father's  praife.  - 

3  His  foes  fhall  fall  with  heedlefs  feet, 
Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 

And  (inners  perifh  in  the  net 

Which  their  own  hands  had  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  GoD^ 
Are  thy  deep  counfeis  known  : 

When  men  of  mifchief  are  deiiroy'd, 
The  fnare  mull  be  their  own. 

Pa  use. 

5  The  wicked  fhall  fink  down  to  hell  ; 
_  Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 

'Which  dare  forget  thee  or  rebel 
Againil  thy  knowja  commands.,. 


22  PSALM    X, 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  difcrefs  are  brought, 

And  wait  and   long  complain 
Their  cries  fhall  not  be  ftill  forgot. 

Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

[7  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat^ 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor  ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet. 

And  man  prevail  no  more, 

8  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud. 

And  put  their  hearts  to  pain. 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 

And  they  but  feeble  men.] 

PSALM     X.     Common  Metre. 
Prayers  heardy    and  faints  Javed  \    or  ^  pride,. 

athetfm  and  opprejjlon  punijhed. 
For  a  humiliation  day. 

I   T T7HY  doth  the  Lord  l\and ofF fo  far ^ 

VV       And  v/hy  conceal  his  face. 
When  great  calamities  appear. 
And  times  of  deep  diitrefs  ? 

1  Lord  fhall  the  v^icked  ftill  deride 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  pow'r  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride. 

And  itill  thy  faints  devour  ? 

3  They  put  their  judgments  from  their  fight. 
And  then  infuit  the  poor  ; 

They  boad  in  their- exalted  height, 
That  they  (hail  fall  no  m.ore. 

4  Arife,  O  GoDj  lift  up  thine  hand, 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 

No  enemy  fnall  dare  to  ftand 
y/hcn  God  afcends  on  high. 


PSALM    XI.  i3, 

P  A  U  «  E . 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 
And  fay  with  foolilh  pride, 

^he  God  ofheavn  zvill  ne' er  engage 
To  fight  on  "LiOTi^Jlde. 

6  Since  thou  forever  art  the  Lord  ; 
And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand, 

As  when  the  Heathen  felt  thy  fword. 
And  peri  ill 'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  v/ilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray. 
And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear. 

He  hearkens  what  his  children  fay. 
And  puts  the  world  in  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  fliall  no  more  opprefs. 
No  more  defpife  the  juit  ; 

And  m.rghty  tinners  fnall  confefs 
They  are  but  earth  and  duit. 

PSALM     XL     Long  Metre. 

God  loves  the  righteous y   and  hates  the  wicked, 

1  "\/fY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  ; 
JLVX  Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry. 

Fly  like  a  timrous  trembling  dove. 
To  dijiant  woods  or  mountains  fly. 

2  If  government  be  all  deftroy'd 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juftice  void, 
Where  fhall  the  right 'ous  feek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne. 
His  eyes  furvey  the  world  belov/  ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  \ 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

4  If  he  affiifts  hi&  faints  io  far. 


24  PSALM    Xli. 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgreflbrs  fear  ? 
His  very  foul  abhors  their  ways. 

5  On  irnp'oiis  wretches  he  fliall  rain 
Tempefts  of  brimftone,  fire,  and  death, 
Sych  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  SodoTHt  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  right'ous  Lord  loves  right'ous  fouls, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  alliens  are  fincere. 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  who  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM     XIL     Long  Metre. 
The  joints'  j a} ety  and  ^h ope  in  evil  times  ;  or, 
fins  of  the  tongue  complained  of  viz.  blafphe- 
my,faljhoody  i^c, 

1  T    ORD,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear, 
'  X^  Virtue  and  truth  will  fiy  away  ^ 

A  faithful  man  amongft  us  here 
Will  fcarce  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe  when  neighbours  meet 
Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vam  • 
Their  lips  are  fiatt'ry  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  with  v/hich  deceit  abound 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  fiatt'ring  and  blafpheming  tongue,. 

4  Yet  j hall  our  zuords  be  free,  fhcy  crv. 
Our  tongues  J}j all  be  controurd  by  n?t:e : 
fVhere  is  the  Lord  luill  ask  us  why  ^ 
Or  fay  y  our  lips  are  not  our  own  f 

5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  poor  oppreft, 


PSALM    XII.  2^ 

And  hears  opprefibrs'  haughty  ftrain, 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft. 
Nor  fhall  they  truft  his  word  in  varn. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  tho'  often  try'd. 
Void  of  deceit  fhall  ftiil  appear  ; 

Not  filver  fev'n  times  purify 'd 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  fhines  fo  clear, 

7  Thy  grace  fhall,  in  the  darkeft  hour. 
Defend  the  holy  foul  from  harm  ; 
Tho'  when  the  vileft  men  have  pow'r. 
On  ev'ry  fide  will  fmners  fwarm, 

PSALM     XIL     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  a  general  corruption  ofmamiers;  or, 
the  promife  and Jigns  of  Chriji's  coming  ta 
judgment. 

1  Y  TE  L  P,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
XJL     Religion  lofes  ground  ! 

The  fons  of  violence  prevail. 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break. 
Yet  ad  the  flatt'rer's  part  ; 

With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak. 
And  v/ith  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hatefullie. 
How  is  their  fury  ftirr'd  ? 

Are  not  our  lips  our  own^  they  cry. 
And  who  jh all  be  our  Lord? 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide. 
While  a  vile  race  of  men 

Are  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pridcj 
And  bear  the  fword  in  vain. 

P  A  u  s  .E.         

C 


aft  PSALM    XIIL 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 
And  blai'phemy  grows  bold,^ 

When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold,  , 

6  Is  not  thy  char'ot  haft'ning  on  ? 
Haft  thou  not  giv'n  the  fign  ? 

May  v/e  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

7  "  Yes  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
"  And  make  oppreiTors  flee  ; 

''  I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
"  And  let  my  fervants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  feven  times  try'd, 
Thro'  ages  fhall  endure  : 

The  men  who  in  thy  truth  confide. 
Shall  find  the  promife  fure. 

PSALM     XI IL     Long  Metre. 

Pleading  with  God  under  dejertlon  ;  or,  hope  in 
darknefs. 

1  T  TOW  long,  O  Lord,  fhall  I  complain 
X  XLike  one  who  feeks  his  God  in  vain? 

Can'ft  thou  thy  face  for  ever  hide, 
And  I  ftiil  pray  and  be  deny'd  r 

2  Shall  I  for  ever  be  forgot, 

As  one  w^hom  thou  regardeft  not  ? 
Still  fhall  my  foul  thy  abfence  mourn  ? 
And  ftill  defpair  of  thy  return  ? 

3  How  long  fliall  my  poor  troubled  breaft^ 
Be  v-'ith  thefe  anxious  thoughts  opprefs'd 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  foe, 

Rejoice  to  fee  me  funk  fa  low  ? 


PSALM    Xlil.  27 

4.  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief. 
Before  my  death  concludes  my  grief ; 
If  thou  withhold  thy  heav'nly  lights 
I  fleep  in  everlafting  light. 

5  How  will  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  boaft. 
If  but  one  praying  foul  be  loft  !  ** 

But  I  have  trufted  in  thy  grace. 
And  fhall  again  behold  thy  face. 

6  Whate'er  my  fears  or  foes  fuggeft. 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ;, 
My  heart  fnall  feel  thy  love,  and  raife 
My  cheerful  voice  to  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM     XIII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  under  temptations  of  the  devil. 

1  T  TOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
jLI  My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 

When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
Which  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  long  fhall  my  poor  lab 'ring  foul 
Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 

Thy  w^ord  can  all  my  foes  controul. 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 
All  his  malicious  arts  ! 

He  ipreads  a  mift  around  my  eyes. 
And  throws  his  fi'ry  darts. 

4.  Be  thou  my  fun  and  thou  my  fhield. 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 
Make  hafte  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 

In  death's  eternal  ileep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud 


as  PSALM    XIV. 

If  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Behold  the  fans  of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  fo  long  delay  ! 

6  But  they  fhall  flee  at  thy  rebuke. 
And  Satan  hide  his  head  : 

He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  v/ith  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 
Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung  ; 

1  fnall  employ  my  lips  in  praife. 
And  vi«5l'ry  fhajl  be  fung. 

PSALM  XIV.  FirJ}  Part.  Common 

Metre. 

By  nature  all  ynen  arefinners. 

1  TPOOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
X        '*  That  ail  religion's  vain  ; 

"  There  is  no  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
'•  Or -minds  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  fo  .dreadful  and  profane. 
Corrupt' difcourfe  proceeds  \ 

And  in  tlierr  iir-p'cus  htjnds  are  found 
A.bominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  celelVal  throne, 
'Looked  dov;n  on  things  below, 

To  nnd  the  man  who  fought  liis  grace, 
Or  did  his  judicc  know. 

4  By  r.ature  all  are  gone  aflray  ; 
Their  praii^. ice  all  the  fame  : 

There's  none  who  fears  his  Maker'^  hand, 
There's  none  who  loves  his  name. 

5  Thc^M?>V)y»gties  aie  us'd  \o  fpeak  deceit  ^ 


PSALM    XIV.     XV.  29 

Their  flanders  never  ceafe, 
How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet ! 

Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 
6  Such  feeds  of  fm  (that  bitter  root) 

In  all  our  hearts  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 

'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

PSALM     XIV.     Second  Part. 
The  folly  ofperfectit07-s, 

1      A    RE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown> 
x\.     That  they  thy  faints  devour  \ 

And  never  wcrfhip  at  thy  throrxe. 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  povv^'r  ? 

1  Great  God  !  appear  to  their  furprife. 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ! 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 

Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fhame. 
3  Doft  thou  not  dv/ell  among  the  juft  ? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride. 
That  we  fhould  make  thy  name  our  truil; 

Great 'God  !  confound  their  pride. 

4.  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  comcj 

To  finifh  our  diftrefs  ! 
When  God  fhall  bring  his  children  home. 

Our  fongs  (hall  never  ceafe. 

PSALM     XV.     Com.mon  Metre 

Chara^er^  of  a  faint ;  or  a  citixen  of  Zion  ? 
orj  tke  qualifcaiians  of  a  ehrljlian. 

i  WJ^O  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hilU 

VV       O  God  of  hoiinefs  ? 
Whom  vail  the  Lord  admit  to  dwedl 


3©  P  5  A  L  M    XV. 

So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man  Tvho  v/alks  in  pious  v/ays>. 
And  works  with  right'ous  hands, 

Who  trtifts  his  Maker's  promifes, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  Who  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart,, 
Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  ;. 

Will  not  promote  an  ill  report. 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  Who  wealthy  fmners  ftill  contemns, 
Loves  all  who  fear  the  Lord  ; 

And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears. 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  Whofe  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe. 
And  never  gripe  the  poor  : 

This  man  fhall  dwell  with   God  on  earth 
And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 

P  ,S  A  L  M     XV.     Long  Metre. 
Religion  and  jvfilce^  goodnefs  and  truth  ;  or, 
duties  to  GOD  and  man  ;  m  ^the  qualifications 
of  a  ckrijlian. 

1  "T  IC  7HO  fhall afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

V  V  Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy 
The  man  who  minds  religion  now,  [face  ! 
And  humbly  v/alks  with  God  below. 

2  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean, 
Whofe  lips  ilill  fpeak  the  thing  they  moan; 
No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

[3  Who  will  not  truft  an  ill  report. 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt; 
Sinners  of  l\ate.  he  can  defpife. 


PSALM    XVI.  3s 

But  Saints  are  honor'd  in  his  eyes. 3 
[4  Firm  to  his  v/ord  he  ever  Czood, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good  ; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears^,, 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 
[5  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold. 
And  mourns  that  jullice  {houid  be  fold  r 
While  othprs  gripe  and  grind  the  poor. 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door,] 

6  'He  loves  his  enemies  and  prays 
For  thofe  who  curfe  him  to  his  face  : 
And  doth  to  all  men  flill  the  fame 
Which  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them. 

Yet,   v/hen  his  holiefl  works  are  done. 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  :. 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  fl":ali  fee. 
And  dwell  forever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

PSALM  XVL   FirfiPart,  Long  Metre. 

Confeffion- of  our  poverty  ^and  faints  the  be  fl  corn-- 

pany  ;  or,  good  works  profit  men,  not  God. 

1  TJRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
JT    For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  1  flee. 

But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confell 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 
My-praife  can  never  make  thee  blefl^ 
Nor  add"  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  ^ 
Thefofare  the  company  i  keep^ 


jat  PSALM    XVr. 

Thefe  are  the  choiceft  friends  I  know, 

4  Let  others  choofs  the  Tons  of  mirth. 
To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine, 
I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine, 

PSALM  XVL  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Chriji's  all-jufficiency. 

I    T  TOW  fad  their  guilt  and  forrow  rife» 
JlJL  Who  haft  to  feek   fome  idol  god  I 
I  will  not  taile  their  facrifice, 
Their  ofTrings  of  forbidden  blood. 
1  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup„ 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  y 
Ke  for  my  life  has  offer 'd  \x^ 
Jefus,  his  beft  beloved  Son. 

n^  His  love  is  my  perpetu'l  feaft  ; 
By  day  his  counfels  guide  rne  right  ^ 
And,  be  his  name  for  ever  bleft^ 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes  ; 
At  my  right  hand  he  ftands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  ail  furpnfe^ 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

PSALM  XVI.  Third  Part,  Long  Metre. " 
Courage  in  death y  and  hope  of  the  reJurre£lion. 

I T  X  THEN  God  is  nigh  mv  faith  is ftrong> 

V  V     His  arm  is  m:y  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tengue, 
My  dying  fiefn  fliall  reft  in  hope. 
1  Tho'  in  the  duft  I  lay  ray  head* 
Yet  gracious  God,,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  foul  for  evei  with  the  ^cad^ 


PSALM    XVI.  33 

Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 
3  My  fiefh  fhall  thy  firft  call  obey. 
Shake  oft  its  dull  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  fhalt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  fky. 

4.  There  ftreams    of  endlefs  pleafure  flow. 
And  full  difcov'ries  of  thy  grace. 
Which  w^e  but  tafted  here  below, 
Spread  heav'nly  joys  thro'  all  the  place. 

PSALM     XVL     Fir/I  Part. 

Common  Metre. 
Support  and  comijcl  from  God^  without  merit, 

I    QAVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ryfoe; 

O   In  thee  my  truft  I  place, 
Tho'  all  the  good  v/hich  I  can  &Oy 

Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace, 
a  Yet,  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath. 

The  faints  may  profit  by't ; 
The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 

The  men  of  my  delight. 

3  Let  Heathens  to  their  idols  hafle. 
And  vvorfhip  v\^ood  or  ftone  ; 

But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft 

"Wiiere  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food. 
He  fills  my  daily  cup, 

Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  :gocd. 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope-*:    *  :    : 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my'jcy  \ 
His  counfels  are  my  light  ■: 

He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day,, 
And  gentle  hints  by^nigiitv-  ■  >  ;ni  ''. 


3+  PSALM    XVL 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-feeing  eye  ; 
Nor  death  nor  hell  my  hopes  liiall  move, 

While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 

PSALM     XVL      Second  Part, 
Common  Metre. 

*The  death  and  refurreBton  of  ChriJ}. 

I   ««   T   Set  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
A  **  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
**  My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  exprefs, 
•*  My  flefh  ihall  reft  in  hope. 

a  *'  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

**  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
'*  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave, 

•*  To  fee  corruption  there, 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
**  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 

**  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafures  give, 
**  Thy  pre  fence,  joy  unknown." 

[4  Thus  in  the   name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 

The  holy 'David  fung, 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  v/ord 

Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  ev'ry  faint  adore. 
Was  crucify 'd  and  flain  ; 

Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores ! 
Behold,  he  lives  again  ! 

6  When  fhall  my  feet  arife  and  ftand 
On  heav'n's  eternal  hills  r 

There  lits  the  Son^t  God's  right  hand, 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.J 


PSALM    XVIL  35 

PSALM     XVIL      Short  Metre. 
Portion  of  faints  and  Jinners  ^  or,  hopa  and 
defpair  in  death. 

1  ARISE  my  gracious  God, 
jlA.  And  make  the  wicked  flee  \ 

They  are  but  thy  chaftifmg  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

2  Behold,  the  fmner  dies  ! 
His  haughty  words  are  vain  : 

Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies. 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance. 
And  boafl  of  all  his  ftore; 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance. 
My  foul  can  wifh  no  more. 

i}.  I  fhail  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  {land  complete  in  rigjit'oufnefs, 

Walh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 
5  See  the  new  heav'n  begun 

When  I  av.'ake  from  death,    . 
Dreft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath  ! 

PSALM     XVIL     Long  Metre. 
The  fvnner  s  portion  and  faint' s  hope  ;    or,  thg^ 
bealjen  of fep  urate  fouls ,  andthe  refurredion^ 

I    T    ORD,   i^  am  thine  ;    but  thou  wilt 
X-j  [prove 

My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  ; 
V/hen  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 
They  are  thfe  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

%  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 


36  PSALM    XVIIL 

'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know  ; 

'Tis  all  they  feek  :  they  take  their  fliares. 

And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  Tinners  value,  I  refign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
I  (hall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  (land  compleat  in  right'oufnefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream  an  empty  fliow. 
But  the  bright  w^orld  to  which  I  go. 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fmcere  ; 
When  (hall  I  'wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  bleft  abode ! 
I  fhall  be  near  :md  like  my  God  ; 
And  flefh  and  fm  no  more  controui 
The  facred  pleafure  of  my  foul. 

6  My  flefli  (hall  flumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife. 
And  in  my  faviour's  image  rife. 
TSALMXVlll.  FirJiPart.   Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  dejpair  ;    or,   temptations 
overcome. 

1  T^HEE  will  I  love,OLord,my  ftrength, 

X    My  rock, my  tow'r,my  high  defence  j 
Thy  mighty  arm  fhall  be  my  truft, 
For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave. 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  fhade  ; 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  faw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 
(Which  none,  but  thofe  who  feel,  can  tell) 


PSALM    XVIII.  37 

While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs,  I  call'd  my  God, 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine. 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  com.plaint ; 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

[5  With  fpeed  he  flew^  to  my  relief. 
As  on  a  cherub's  Vv^ng  he  rode  ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  llght'ning  flpne 
The  face  of  my  deliverer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
(The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath) 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death. 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  v/ere  great, 
Much  was  their  (irength  and  more  their  rage. 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  (till,     ' 
In  all  the  wars  which  devils  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever  fhall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyiful  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

PSALM  XVIII.  Second? art,  LongMetre. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

1  T    ORD,  thou  hail  feen  m.y  foul  fincere, 
JLi  Haft  made  thy  love  and  truth  appear  y 

Before  mine  eyes  I  let  thy  laws. 

And  thou  haft  ow^n'd  my  right'ous  caufe. 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  ; 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
^Twas  ever  with  a  broken  heart, 

D 


38  PSALM    XVIII, 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft  ; 
But  thro'  thy  grace  which  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againil  my  darling  fm. 

4  That  (in  which  clofe  befets  me  ftill, 
'Which  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  v/ill  ; 

When  fhall  thy  fpirit's  fovereign  pow'r 
Deftroy  it  that  it  rife  no  more  ? 

[5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fliall  find, 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind.] 

6  The  ju{^  and  pure,  fliall  ever  fay, 
Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they  ; 
And  men  who-  love  revenge  ftiall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  veng'ance  too. 

PSALM     XVIII.      Third  Part. 
Long  Metre. 

Rejoicing  in  God  ;   or  jfalvation  and  triumph. 

1  TUST  arp  thy  v/ays,  and  true  thy  word, 
J  Great  rock  of  my  fecure  abode  ; 

Who  is  a  God,  befide  the  Lord  ? 
Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  r 

2  'Tis  he,  who,  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  weild  ; 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fliield. 

3  He  lives  I  (yea,  bleifed  be  my  rock) 
.  The  God  of  my  falvation  lives  ! 

The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  broke  ; 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the,  fcofFers  of  the  age 


PSALM    XVIII. 


39 


I  wilt  exalt  my  Father's  name. 

Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage 

But  meet  reproach  and  bear  the  Ihame.       r 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 

Thy  grace  for  ever  lliall  extend  ; 

Thy  love  to  Saints  in  Chrift  their  head, 

Knows  not  a  limit  nor  an  end. 

PSALM     XVIII.     FirfiPart. 

Common  Metre. 

ViBory  mid  triumph  over  temporal  enemies. 

I   "\  A /"E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 

V  V       Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  ; 
Thou  art  our  llrength,  our  heavenly  tow'r. 
Our  bulwark  and  our  fhield. 

0.  We  fly  to  our  eternal  rock. 

And  find  a  fure  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 

And  drav/  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader  fhines  in  arms. 
What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms,        *^* 
The  light'ning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind. 
And  angels  in  array. 

In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 
Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 

His  \'oice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field. 
With  all  their  dreadful  flcill. 

Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  weild^ 


4©  PSALM    XVIII. 

And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 
[^  He  arms  our  captains  to  the  fight, 

Tho'  there  his  name's  forgot ; 
(He  girded  Cyrus  with  his  might, 

But  Cyrus  knew  him  not.) 

8  Oft^has  the  Lord  ^vhole  nations  bleft. 

For  his  own  churches  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs  which  gave  his  people  reft. 

Shall  of  his  care  partake.] 

PSALM     XVIII.    Second FarU 
Common  Metre. 

The  conqueror  s  Jong, 

1  ^'  1^0  thine  almighty  aim  we  owe 

JL     The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  llrength  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thine  aid  cur  troops  prevail. 
And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 

Or  bi^n  their  baafted  fleets,,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  thro'  the  fields 
And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 

While  thy  falvation  was  our  Ihield, 
But  they  no  flielter  found  ! 

4  I?i  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry. 
They  peridi  in  their  blood  : 

Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So,poiv'rfiil  as  our  God  r 

5  The  rock  of  JJrel  ever  lives,  ^* 
His  nam.e  be  ever  bleft  \ 

'Tis  |iis  9VVU  af in  the  vi^d'ry  g.lv€5> 


PSALM    XIX.  41 

And  gives  his  people  reft, 
6  On  faints  who  Uveas  David  did, 

H  ?  pours  his  ble/Iings  down  ; 
Secures  their  priv'lege  to  their  ked^ 

And  treats  them  as  his  own.  ^ 

PSAL  M  XIX.  Firji  Part,  Short  Metre, 

The  hook  of  nature  and  fcriptvre^ 

For  a  Lord's-day  morning, 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  lofty  fky 
a3     Declares  its  maker  God, 

And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  ccurfe  the  fame  ; 

While  night  to  day  and  day  to  night,.. 
Divinely  teach  his  name, 

3  In  ev'ry  different  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  ; 
They  fhev/  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne, 

4  Araerica,  rejoice!' 

He  here  reveals  his  word  ; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes  ; 

He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  hands. 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 
His  truth  v*<ithout  deceit  ; 

His  promifes  for  ever  fure. 
And  his  rewards  are  great,., 

R7  Not  honey  tQ  the  tafte 
D  z. 


42  PSALM    XIK. 

Affords  Co  much  delight ; 
Nor  gold  which  has  the  furnace  paft 

So  much  aliures  the  fight. 
8  While  of  thy  works  I  fing. 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 

In  my  Redeemer's  name.] 
P  S  A  L  M  XIX.  Second ParL  Short  Metre„ 
Cod's  word  moji  excellent ;  or,  ftncerity  and', 
ivatchfuhiefs. 
For  a  Lord's-day  morning. 
I    T>  E  H  O  L  D  the  morning  fun 

X3  Begins  his  glor'ous  way  ! 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run^ 

And  life  and  light  convey. 

But  where  the  gofpel  comes 
It  fpreads  diviner  light y 
-    calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombsj 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfc(fl:  is  thy  v/ord  ! 
And  all  thy  judgments  juft  ; 

For  ever  fure  thy  promife^  Lord;> 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain. 
Are  thy  dire^lions  giv'n  ! 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain. 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  1 

Pause. 

5  I  hear  thy  v/ord  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  left.  I  ftray* 


PSALM    XIX.  3^ 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 

Yet,  with  a  bold  prefumpt'ous  mind 
r  would  not  dare  tranigrefs.  • 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fm  ; 
Forgive  my  fecret  faults. 

And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  min^,  ' 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts, 

8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad, 

Accept  the  worihip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM     XIX.     Long  Metre. 

57;^  books  of  nature  and  fcripture  compared ; 
or,  the  glory  andfuccejs  of  the  gofpel, 

1  ^  I  'HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory.  Lord  \ 

X     In  evVy  ftar  thy.  wifdom  fhines  : 
But,  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word. 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights,  and  days,.. thy  pow'r  confefs  ^ 
But  the  bleit  volume  thou  haft  v^rit 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace,. 

3  fun,  moon,  and  ftars,  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand  i 
So  when  the  truth  begun  its  race. 

It  touch'd,  it  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  fhali  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft 

'Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  y 
'Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bleft 
Which  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  right 'opfnefsj  arife^I    ' 


44-  PSALM    XIX. 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light:- 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife  ; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 
6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n  : 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fms,  my  foul  renew. 
And  make  thy  word  my   guide  to  heav'n. 

PSALM  XIX.  To  the  tune  of  the  1 13th 
Pfalm. 

Tbj  book  of  nature  and  fcripture. 

[frame 

1  f^  Reat  God,  the  heav'n's  well  order 'd 
Vjr  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  fhine  ; 

A  thoufand  ll:arry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  rad'ant  marks  appear 
Of  boundlefs  pow'r  and  Ikill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night. 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Leftures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read  ; 
V/ith  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife. 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftruftions  run 
Far  as  thejournies  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  : 
The^fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft^ 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft. 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where  e'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad. 
He  fmiles  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  \ 

All  nature  joins  to  fhew  thy  praife  ; 
Thus  GcD  in  ev'ry  creature  ihines  \ 


P  S  A  L  M 


45 


Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 
But  f'airer  is  thy  book- of  grace. 

Pause. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ;  > 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  aiFord 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diitreft ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way  ; 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  flray  j 

Thy  promife  leads  my  foul  to  red. 

6  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfeft  rules  of  life  1  drav/  : 

Thefe  are  my  fludy  and  delight ; 
Not  honey  fo  iavites  the  tafte. 
Nor  gold  which  hath  the  furnace  pafi 

Appears  fo  pleafmg  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  flumb'ring  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  j 

But  'tis  thy  bleiTed  gofpel,  Lord, 
Which  makes  my  guilty,  confcience  clean. 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fni. 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  iiis  thoughts  ? 
My  GoT>,  forgive  my  fecret  faults,  . 

And  from  prefumpt'ous  fms  retrain  ; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace. 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 

PSALM     XX.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer  and  hope  of  victory. 

For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war, 

I   IVTQW  may  theGoD  of  pow'r  and  grace 

-LN    Attend  his.  people's  hwr^b\e  fij  ! 


46  PSALM    XXI. 

Jehovah  hears  when  Ifrel  prays, 
And  brings  deli v 'ranee  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  oi  Jacob's  God  defends 
Better  than  fhieids  or  brazen  wall  ; 
He  from  his  fandluary  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength,  when  Zion  calls. 

3  "Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs  \ 
His  love  exceeds  our  beft  deferts  ; 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  IJreVs  God, 
Our  troops  ftiall  lift  their  banners  up. 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  trull  in  horfes  train'd  for  war. 
And  fome  of  char'ots  make  their  boafts  ; 
Our  fureft  expeftations  are 

From  thee  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts. 
\6  O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  ! 
Our  foes  fhall  fall  and  die  with  fhame. 
Or  quit  the  field  with  fhameful  flight. 

7  Now  favcus,  Lord,  from  Havifh  fear. 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  flrong. 
Then  let  falvation  foon  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

PSALM     XXI.   Common  Metre. 

America  the  care  of  heaven. 
I   /^UR  States,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of 
•     V>^ Shall  in  thy  ftrength  rejoice;    [praife 
And  bled  with  thy  falvation  raife 
To  heav'n  their  chearful  voice. 


PSALM    XXL 


47 


2  Thy  fure  defence  through  nations  round 
Has  fpread  thy  glor'ous  name  ; 

And  our  fuccefsfui  actions  crown 'd 
Thy  majefty  with  fame. 

3  Then  let  our  States  on  Got)  alone- 

For  timely  aid  rely  ! 
His  mercy  which  adorns  his  throne, 
Shall  all  our  wants  fupply. 

4  But  righteous  Lord,  thy  ftubborn  foes 
Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  hand  ; 

Thy  vengeful  arm  fhall  find  out  thofe 
Who  hate  thy  mild  command. 

5  When  thou  againft  them  dofl:  engage 
Thy  juft,  but  dreadful  doom, 

Shall,  like  a  ii'ry  oven's  rage, 

Their  hopes,  and  them  confume. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  pow'r declare^ 
And  thus  exalt  thy  fame  ; 

Whilft  we  glad  fongs  cf  praife  prepare    '    . 
For  thine  alrnighty  name. 

PSA  L  M     XXL:     Long  Metre. 

Ch  rijr  exdlfed  /i '  the  Wn^doTh . 

1  T^ A VI D  rejoic'd  in  Gob  his  ftrength, 
J^Rais'd  to  the  throne  byfpecial  grace> 

But  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at  length. 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  is  the  M^Hiah's  joy 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  !. .   , .  '\ 
Lord,  thou  hall  rais'd  his  kingdom >high, 
^nd  giv'n  the  world  ta  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  what  e'er  he  will,    . 
Nor  doth  the  leaft  requeil:  w ithhald,. ;     . 


4^  PSALM    XXII. 

Bledlngs  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Honor  and  majefly  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  fhinc  ; 
Bleft  With  the  favour  of  thy  face. 
And  length  of  everlafiing  days. 

5  Thine  hand  fhall  find  out  all  his  foes  ; 
And  as  a  fi'ry  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat  and  living  coals, 
So  fhall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

PSALM    XXIL       FtrJiPart. 

The  fuffe rings  and  death  of  Chrijl. 

1  "T  X  THY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 

V  V       Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpoke. 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 
Among  thy  praifmg. faints, 

Yet  thou  canft  hear  a  groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name. 
And  great  deliv'rance  found  ; 

But  Tni  a  worm,  defpis'd  of  men. 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  Shaking  the  head  they  pafs  me  by, 
And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  ; 

In  vain  he  trujis  in  God,  they  cry, 
NegJe^fed  and  forlorn. 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  flefh. 
By  thine  almighty  word  : 

And  fmce  I  hung  upon  the  breafl 


PSALM  xxri. 


*9 


My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 
When  foes  (land  threat'ning  round. 

In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs. 
And  not  a  helper  found  ? 
Pause. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 
The  cruel  and  the  proud ! 

As  bulls  oi  Bajhan,  fierce  and  ftrong. 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet. 
To  multiply  the  fmart  ; 

They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet. 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet,  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 
The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 

Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 
The  Son  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

10  My  God,  if  poflible  it  be. 
Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 

But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee. 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 

1 1  My  heart  dilfolves  with  pangs  unknown, 
In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  : 

Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down 
Low  as  the  duft  of  death. 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
And  truft  it  in  thy  hand : 

My  dying  flefh  ihall  reft  in  hope. 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 

E 


50  PSALM    XXIL 

PSALM    XXIL     Second  Part. 
Chriji^s  fuffe rings  and  kingdom, 
1   **  "^^f^TOff^from  the  roaring  lions  rage, 

IN       "  O  Lord  protest  thy/on  ! 
"  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
**  The  po'w'rs  of  hell  alone." 

1  Thus  did  the  fufF'ring  Saviour  pray 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears  : 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day. 

And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vi6l'ry  of  his  death. 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 

And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worftiip  or  (hall  die. 

4  A  num'rous  offspring  muft  arife 
From  his  expiring  groans  \ 

They  fhall  be  reckon 'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee 
His  table  richly  fpread  : 

And  all  who  faek  the  Lord  fhall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  ifles  fhall  know  the  right'oufnefs 
Of  our  incarnate  God, 

And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs. 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

PSALM    XXIL     Long  Metre, 

Chriff  s  Jufferings  and  exaltation, 
I   IVT^^  ^^^  our  mournful  fohgs  record 

-L^  The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood. 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 


PSALM    XXIII.  Ki 

2  The  jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn. 
And  ihake  the  head  and  laugh  in  fcorn  5 
**  Tie  re  feu 'd  others  from  the  grave, 

**  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend  ; 
**  If  God  the  bleffed  love  him  foy 

**  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?'* 

4.  Barbarous  people  !  cruel  priefts  I 
How  they  ftand  round  like  favage  beafts  ; 
Like  lions  gaping  to  devour. 
When  God  has  left  him  in  their  pow'r, 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  fee^* 
'Till  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

.And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

6  But  God  his  Father  heard  his' cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  ; 
The  nations  learn  his  right'oufnefs. 
And  humble  iinners  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM    XXIII .     Long  Metre. 

God  our  jhepherd, 
1  Ti  yf  Y  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 

-LVA.  Now  fliall  my  wants  be  well  fupply 'd. 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

a  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows. 
He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft  ; 
There  living  water  gently  flows. 
And  all  the  food  divinely  bleft. 

3  My  wand 'ring  feet  his  ways  miftake  ; 
But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace. 


^t  PSALM    XXIII. 

And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake. 

In  the  fair  path  of  right'oufnefs. 

4.  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  v«ile. 

Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 

My  heart  and  hope  iliall  never  fail, 

For  God  my  Shepherd's  with  ra.e  there. 

5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps, 
Thbu  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  (lay  ; 
Thy  ftafF  fupports  my  feeble  fleps, 
Thy  rod  diredls  my  doubtful  v/ay. 

6  The  fons  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell> 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs  and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 
With  living  bread  artd  chearful  wine* 

[7  How  I  rejoice  when  an  m.y  head 
Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft  1 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing  fhed 
Like  oil  of  giadnefs  at  a  fead. 

8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  houfnold  all  their  days  ; 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word. 
To  feek  his  face  and  fing  his  praife.] 

PSALM   XXIII.    Common  iCletre. 

1  "\  yf  Y  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
1\jL     Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 

In  paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Bende  the  living  ftream. 

2  He  brings  my  wand 'ring  fpirit  back^ 
When  I  forfake  his  ways. 

And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake. 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  v/alk  thro'  the  fhades  of  death* 


PSALM    XXIIL 


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Thy  prefencc  is  my  ftay  ; 
A  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  fjpite  of  all  my  foes* 
Doth  ftill  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  bleflings  overflows. 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fure  provifions  of  my  God, 
Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 

0  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode. 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reflj^ 
(While  others  go  and  come) 

No  more  a  ftranger  ©r  a  gucfc. 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

PSALM    XXIIL     Short  MetPe. 

1  T^  H  E  Lord  my  fhepherd  is, 

X       I  fhall  be  well  fupply'd  : 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his,  ^ 

What  can  I  want  befide  ? 
a  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heav'nly  parture  grows. 
Where  living  waters  gently  pafs,. 

And  full  falvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray. 

He  doth  m-y  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way,. 
For  his  mofl:  holy  name. 

4  While  he  afl'ords  his  aid,. 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Tho'  I  fhould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  ihade:,. 
My  fhepherd's  with  me  there  ^. 

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54  PSALM    XXIV, 

5  In  fpite  of  all  my  foes 
Thou  dofi:  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  bleiTings  overflows. 
And  joy  exalts  m.y  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

ShttW  crbwn  my  foil 'wing  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove. 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM    XXIV.      Common  Metre. 
DweUiMg  with  God. 
1   nr^H  E  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 
JL       With  Adam's  numerous  race  ^ 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods,. 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

1  But  who  among  tire  fons  of  men 

May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
He  who  has  hands  from  mifchief  cleans. 

Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  m.ay  rile  and  take 
The  ble flings  of  his  grace  : 

This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  who  fe.ek 
The  God  i>i  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  your  foul's  immortal  pow'is>. 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare. 

Lift  up  their  everlaiiing  doors> 
The  King  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  King  of  glory  !  who  can  tell- 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 

He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwdl. 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM  XXIV.  Long  Metre/  ' 
Sarnts  dwell  in  heaven  \  or,  Chrifl'j  ajcenfion.^ 
I  'TPHIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's 

X  Andmen&worixis>arid  beads  &  birds  j 


PSALM    XXV.  5^ 

He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas,. 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place, 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  place  on  highj 
Thy  palace.  Lord,  above  the  Vkj  : 
Who  fhail  afcend  that  bleft  abode. 
And  dvv^ell  fo  near  his  maker  God  7 

3  He  who  abhors  and  fears  to  fm, 
Whofe  heart  i^  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean^ 
Him  fhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs". 
And  clothe  his  foul  wdth  right'oufnefs, 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race. 
Who  feek  the  God  of  Jacob' %  face  ; 
Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight. 
And  dwell  in  everlafbing  light. 

Pa   us  e. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  ihining  worlds  on  highj. 
Behold,  the  King  of  glory's  nigh  ! 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  } 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he, 

6  Ye  heav'nl'y  gates,  your  leaves  difplay 
To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  way  : 
Laden^  with  fpoils  of  earth  and  hell 

The  conqu'ror-  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead' he  goes  before  ^ 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  dooij, 

To  give  his  dints  a  bleft  abode. 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  GoB.. 

PSALM     XXV.      Firfi  Parh 
K^altingfor-  pardon  and  dir&Hlono. 
I   T   Lift  my  foul  to  God, 

X  My  truft  is  in  his  name  ; 
Let  not  my  foes  wiio  feek  cay  bloQ<l<>., 


56  PSALM    XXV. 

Still  triumph  in  my  fhame. 
2t  Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 

Perfuade  me  to  defpair  j 
Lord  make  me  know  thy  covenant  vrdly 

That  I  may  Tcape  the  fnarc. 

3  From  the  firft  dawning  light, 
'Till  the  dark  ev'ning  rife. 

For  thy  falvation.  Lord,  I  wait 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace. 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 

Forgive  the  lins  of  riper  days. 
And  follies  of  m.y  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  jufl  and  kind. 
The  meek  (hail  learn  his  ways. 

And  ev'ry  humble  finner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake,^ 
j||      He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame. 

He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
Thro'  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM     XXV.     Second  Part. 
Divine  inJiruSiion, 
B  T  T  THERE  ihall  the  man  be  found 

VV       Who  fears^' offend  his  God, 
Who  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found. 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

S  The  Lord  fliall  make  him  know 

The  fccrets  of  his  heart,    . 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  fhow^~ 

And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand 


PSALM    XXV.  57 

Are  truth  and  mercy  ft  ill, 
With  fuch  as  to  his  cov'nant  ftand. 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  fouls  fhall  dwell  at  eafe 

Before  their  Maker's  face  : 
Their  feeds  fhall  tafte  the  promifes. 

In  their  extenfive  grace. 

PSALM     XXV.    Third  Part, 

Dijirefs  of  foul ;    or,  backjiiding  and'dejertiono 

I    IV  /T  I  N  E  eyes  and  my  defire 
XVJL     Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 

1  love  to  plead  his  promifes. 

And  reft  upon  his  v/ord» 

2  Turn,  turn   thee  to  my  foul. 
Bring  thy  fatvation  near, 

When  will  thy  hand  releaie  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  fhall  the  fov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand 'ring  feet  have  trod  ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  vay  woe  ;    - 

My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low, 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 
My  forrow  new  begins  ; 

Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  paia^ 
And  pardon  all  my  fms. 

P    A    U    S    E» 

6  Behold  the  hofts  of  hell,  -^ 
How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 


5S  PSALM    XXVL 

Againfl:  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

*]  O  keep  my  foul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame  ; 
For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  truft 

In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  ¥/ith  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  IJreJ  it  fnall  ne'er  be  faid. 

He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM    XXVL 
Self  examination  ;  or,  evidences  of  grace* 
I  TUdge  me,  O  Lord, and  provemyways* 
J\      And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart  > 
My  faith  upon  thy  promife  flays. 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

0.  I  hate  to  v/alk,  I  hate  to  fit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 

The  fcofFer  and  the  hypocrite, 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear, 
With  hands  well  wafh'd  in  innocence  : 

Eut  when  r  ftand  before  thy  bar. 
The  blood  of  Chrifl  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation.  Lord, 

The  temple  w^here  thine  honors  dwell ; 
There  fhall  I  hear  thy  holy  word. 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  laft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood. 

Sine©  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pad 
Among  the  faints  and  near  my  God. 


PSALM    XXVIL 


59 


PSAL.M    XXVII.     FirJlParL 

The  Church  is  our  delight  and fafety. 

1  'TPHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

X       And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  ftrength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires  ; 
O  grant  me  an  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints. 
The  temples  of  my  God  I 

3  There  Ihall  I  offer  my  requefls. 

And  fee  thy  beauty  ftill ; 
Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  love. 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear. 
There  may  his  children  hide  : 

God  has  a  ftrong  pavil'on,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

5  Now  (hall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around  ; 

And  fongs  of  joy  and  vi£lory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM     XXVIL     Second^art, 

Prayer  and  hope. 
I    C  O  O  N  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 

w      Te  children  J  feek  my  grace. 
My  heart  reply'd,  without  delay, 

PU  feek  my  Father  s  face, 

a  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me. 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  : 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee, 

In  a  diftreffing  day. 


6o  PSALM    XXIX, 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 
Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 

My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care. 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  dy'd  with  grief. 
Had  not  my  foul  believ'd 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints. 
And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 

He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints. 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM    XXIX. 

Storm  and  thunder. 

1  /^  I VE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
V JT  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r ; 

Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  n^me. 
And  bis  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 

His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud. 
And  light'nings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail  and  wind, 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bare  around  ; 

The  fearful  heart  and  frighted  hind. 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found, 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
And  lo  !  the  ftately  cedars  break  ! 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife. 
The  valies  roar,  the  defarts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood. 
The  thund  'rer  reigns  forever  King  : 


PSALM    XXX.  6i 

But  makes  his  church  his  beft  abode. 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 

6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 
The  counfels  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
Amidft  the  raging  ftorm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts, 

PSALM     XXX.     FirJiParL 
Sicknefs  healed,  and.  for  row  removed. 

1  T   Will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
X   At  thy  command  difeafes  fly  : 

Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his. 
And  tell  how  large  his  goodnefs  is  ; 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice  and  blefs, 
While  you  record  his  holinefs. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 
Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning-ftar  reftores  the  joy. 

PSALM     XXX.      Second  Part. 
Health yjicknefs,  and  recovery. 

1  T?  I RM  was  m.y  health ,  my  day  was  bright 
JL    And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night : 

Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 

*  *   Pleaju  re  and  peace  Jhall  ne'er  depart. ' ' 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong. 
Which  made  my  mountain  Hand  fo  long ; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  dy'd« 

3  I  cry'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God  ! 

**  V/hat  can'lt  thou  profit  by  my  blood  r 

F, 


62  PSALM    XXXI. 

**  Deep  in  ttie  duft  can  I  declare 

**  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  *'  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace  !   I  faid, 
**  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead." 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe. 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

1  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground. 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  rotind. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  fhall  found  thro'  earth  andheav'n. 
For  ficknefs  heal'd  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM     XXXL     FirJiPart, 

Deliverance  from  death, 

1  TNTO  thine  hand,   O  God  oftruth» 
X     My  fpirit  I  commit  ; 

Thou  haft  redeemed  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  The  paflions  of  my  hope  and  fear 
Maintained  a  double  ftrife. 

While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life, 

,3  My  times  are  in  thine  handy  I  cry'd, 

T'ho^  I  draw  near  the  dujl : 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide. 

The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervant  iliine, 
And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake. 


PSALM    XXXI.  63 

For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 
[5  'Twas  in  my  hafte  my  fpirit  faid, 

/  7nuft  defpair  and  die, 
I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes  ; 

But  thou  haft  heard  my  cry.] 

6  Thy  goodnefs,  how  divinely  free  !. 
How  wond'rous  is  thy  grace. 

To  thofe  who  fear  thy  majefty» 
And  truft  thy  promifes  ! 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints. 
And  fmg  his  praifes  loud  ; 

He'll  lend  his  ear  to  your  complaints. 
And  recompence  the  proud. 

PSALM     XXXI.     Second  Part. 
Deliverance  from  f  under  and  reproach^ 

1  '\  yfY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
XVl.  My  God,  my  help,  my  truft  ; 

Thou  haft  preferv'd  my  face  from  fhame. 
Mine  honor  from  the  duft. 

2  <*  My  life  is  fpent  wdth  grief,  I  cry'd, 
**  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 

'*  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry'd^ 
**  And  fbrrow  waftes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies,  my  name 
Was  a  mere  proverb  grown. 

While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide        , 
Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round  : 

I  to  the  throne  of  grace  apply'd. 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found, , 


64  PSALM    XXXII. 

Pause. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  haft  wrought 
Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 

The  lying  iips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues, 
Shall  thy  pavil'on  hide, 

Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs. 
And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence.  Lord, 
Let  me  for  ever  dwell ; 

No  fenced  city,  wall'd  and  barr'd. 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

PSALM     XXXII.     Short  Metre. 
Forgivenefs  of  Jin  upon  confejjion. 
I    f~\  Bleffed  fouls  are  they 

\J     V/hofe  fins  are  cover'd  o'er  I 
Divinely  bieft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

Q.  They  mourn  their  follies  paft. 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fmcere., 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  feft'ring  wound, 

'Till  I  confeft  my  fmsto  thee,. 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  fmners  learn  to  pray. 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


FSALM    XXXII.  65 

PSALM    XXXII.    Common  Metre. 

Free  pardon  andjln^ere  obedience  ;  or,  confejfi- 

on  andforgivenejs. 

1  TT  A  PPY  the  man  to  whom  his  Go  a 
XJL     No  more  imputes  his  fm. 

But  wafh'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood. 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  I 

2  Happy,  beyond  expreflion,  he 
Whole  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  1 

And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free. 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies,. 
His  words  are  all  fmcere  : 

He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes 
To  keep  his  confcience  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreil 
Nowlet  could  I  find  ; 

Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  bread. 
And  rack'd  my  toitur  d  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefsM  my  troubled  thaughts^ 
M'/  fecret  fins  reveai'd  ; 

Tity  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults> 
Thy  love  rny  pardon  feal'd. 

6  This  fhall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 
While,  like  a-  raging  flood, 

Temptations  rife,  our  ilrength  and  flay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 


PS-ALM 

XXXIL     Flrji 

Part. 

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66  PSALM    XXXH. 

Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd. 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Bleft  is  the  man  to  v/hom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities, 

He  pleads  no  merit    of  reward. 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace  relies, 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  wxll  agree, 
And  jwn  to  prove  his  faith  fmcere. 

4  How  glor'ous  is  that  right'oufnefs 
Which  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fms  ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Through  his  whole  life  appears  and  fhines^ 

PSALM     XXXIL     Second  Part. 

A  guilty  cvnfcience  eafed  by  confejffiin  ^pardon, 

1  T  X  THILE  I  keep  filence  and  conceals 

V  V     My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart*. 
What  torrp.ents  doth  my  confciencs  feel !. 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 

2  I  fpread  my  fms  before  the  Lord, 
And  ail  my  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 
Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word. 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  feais  the  grace. 

*3  For  this  fhall  ev'ry  humble  fou!, 
M"ake  fwift  addrriTes  to  thy  feat  ; 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roily 
There  fhali  they  find  a  blefl  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie,. 
When  days  grow  dark  and  ftorms  appear  ? 
And  when  I  walk  thy  watchful  eye 
■Shall  guide  me  fafe  from,  ev'ry  fnare. 


PSALM    XXXIII.  67 

PSALM    XXXIIL     FlrftPart. 
Works  of  creation  and  providence. 

1  T>  EJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
X\.     This  work  belongs  to  you  : 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word. 
How  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  right'oufnefs 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal   his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  wifdom  and  almighty  word 
The  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 

And  by  the  fpirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  fhining  hofts  were  made, 

4  He  bade  the  liquid  waters  £ow 
To  their  appointed  deep  : 

The  flowing  feas  their  limits  know^ 
And  their  own  ilation  keep^ 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earthj,. 
With  fear  before  him  fland  : 

He  fpake  and  nature  took  its  birth,. 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nation's  rage> 
And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 

His  counfel  ftands  thro'  ev'ry  age,. 
And  in  full  glory  Ihines. 

P  S  A  L  M    XXXII I .      Second  Part.. 

Creatures  vuin-y  and  God  all-Jufficimt,- 

1    TJLEST  is  the  nation  wheie  the  Lord 

J3     Hath  fix'd  his  glorious-  throne  ^ 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'^nly  word> 

And  calls  th^ix  tribes  his  Gwn> 


68  PSALM    XXXIIL 

0,  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 
Does  the  whole  world  behold  5 

He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 
Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 

Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfc 
Can  the  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  beafl   or  men. 
To  hope  for  fafety  thence  ; 

But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
A  flrong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  tru'fl, 
When  plagues  or  famine  fpread  ; 

His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juit, 
Among  {en  thoufand  dead.. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  \ 

For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice. 
And  truft  tliy  grace  alone. 

PSALM    XXXIIL 
As  the  113th  Ffalm.     Firjl  Part. 
Works  of  creation    and  prGVich))ce. 
I  "^/'E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice,  [vo;. 
i    Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fong^  be  new  1 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  hi-s  v^ays. 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  I 

r^  Juitice  and  truth  he  ever  lovefr, 
And  the  whole  earth  his  goodnefs  proves, 
His  YifOid  the  heav'nly  */ches  fpread  \ 


PSALM    XXXIII.  69 

How  wide  they  fliine  from  notth  to  fouth ! . 
And  by  the  fpirit  of  his  mouth 
Were  all  the  flarry  armies  made* 

3  Ke  gathers  the  wide  flowing  feas, 
Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place 

In  the  vaft  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fpake  and  gave  all  nature  birth. 
And  fires,  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth. 

His  everlafting  orders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  ras;e  : 
Vain  are  your  tho'ts,  and  weak  your  hands. 
But  his  eternal  counfel  ftands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

PSALM    XXXIII.     Sdo^7dPart. 
Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-Juffcmii. 

1  f^\  Happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
V^  Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word. 
And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne  I 

His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys. 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  v/ays. 
But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 

2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hof!:, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champ'on  boafl ; 

In  vain  they  boail,  in  vain  rely  \ 
In  vain  we  truft» the  brutal  force. 
Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe. 

To  guard  his  rider  or  to  fly. 

3  The  eye  of  thy  compaflion,  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford 

When  death  or  dangers  threat'ning  ftani  i 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juft, 


70  PSALM    XXXIV. 

Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 
When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 

4  In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 
Thou  our  Phyfician,  thou  our  ihield. 

Send  us  falvation  from  thy  throne  : 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  ihine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine. 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 
PSALM    XXXIV.     FirftPart, 
God's  care  of  the  faints  ;  ox  jdeliverancehy prayer, 

1  T    ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 
X-^Thy  praife  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue: 

My  foul  ihail  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong..- 

2  Come,  jjiagnify  the  Lord  with  me. 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  ; 

I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he' 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  fliame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning   reach'd  his  ears  ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief. 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes. 
Their  faces  feel  the  heavenly  fhine  \ 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  fKies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  who  ferve  the  Lord  : 
O  fear  and  love  him  all  ye  faints, 
Taile  of  his  grace,  and  truH  his  word  ! 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  paia 
And  hiinger,'roar  through  all  the  wood  ; 


PSALM    XXXIV.  ni 

But  none  fhall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  fupplies  of  real  good.  . 

PSALM    XXXIV.     Second  Part, 
Religious  education  ;  or,  injiruSiions  of  -piety, . 

1  /^Hildren  in  years  and  knov/l edge  young, 
V->  Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy. 

Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 
Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  defire  a  length  of  days. 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  ftate, 
Reftrain  your  feet  from  imp'ous  ways. 
Your  lips  from  Dander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
Kis  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 

He  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4.  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts, 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imp:.*  :s, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans. 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  ; 
His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones. 
They  in  his  praifc  employ  their  breath. 

PSALM    XXXIV.     FirJlPart, 
Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and prarje  for  eminent  deliverance,  - 
I    T'LL  blefs  the  Lord   from  day  to  day; 

X     How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 
Ye  humble  fouls  who  ufe  to  pray, 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 


71  PSALM    XXXIV. 

2  Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name. 
How  a  poor  finner  cry'd  I 

Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  ihame. 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threat 'ning  forrows  round  me  flood. 
And  endlefs  wars  arofe. 

Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes  ; 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs 
With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 

He  gave  my  fharpefl  torments  eafe, 

And  filenc'd  all  my  fears. 
Pause. 
[5  O  finners  come  and  tafte  his  lov6. 

Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways. 
And  let  your  own  exper'ence  prove 

The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Round  where  his  children  dwell  ; 

What  ills  their  heav'niy  care  prevents. 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

[7  O  love  the  Lord  ye  faints  of  his ! 

His  eye  regards  the  juft  ; 
How  richly  bleft  their  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft ! 

8  Young  lions  pinch 'd  with  hunger  roar, 

And  famifh  in  the  wood  ; 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor, 
With  evVy  needful  good. J 
PSALM    XXXIV.    Second  Part, 
Exhortation  to  peace  and  holincfs, 
I    /^Ome,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
V-^*     And  that  your  days  be  long, 


PSALM    XXXV.  73 

Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mifchief,  pradice  love, 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace  : 

So  fhall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve. 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft. 
His  ears  attend  their  cry  : 

When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  duft, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  tho'  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 
Are  fharp  and  ted'ous  too  ? 

The  Lord  who  faves  them  ail  at  laft, 
Is  their  fupporter  now, 

5  Evil  fhall  fm'ite  the  wicked  dead  ; 
But  God  fecures  his  own  : 

Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Aide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood. 
O'er  the  proud  (inner  rolls, 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeems  their  fouls. 

PSALM     XXXV.      Firjl  Part. 

Prayer  and  faiih  of  perfecuted faints  ;  or,  hn- 

precatlons  mlxt  with  charity. 
I    IVT^"^  plead  my  ca-jfe  almis^hty  God, 

IN       With  all  the  fons  of  ftnfe  ; 
And  fight  a2:ain{l  the  men  of  blood. 

Who  fight  againif  my  life. 

1  Draw  out  thy  fpear  and  ftop  their  way. 
Lift  thine  avenging  rod  ; 
^G 


74  PSALM    XXXVe 

But  to  my  foul  in  mercy  fay, 
/  am  thy  Saviour,  God, 

3  They  plant  their  fnares  to  catch  my  feet, 
And  nets  of  mifchief  fpread  ; 

Plunge  the  deftroyers  in  the  pit 

Which  their  own  hands  have  made . 

4  Let  fogs  and  darknefs  hide  their  way, 
And  llipp'ry  be  their  ground  ; 

Thy  wrath  fhall  make  their  lives  a  prey, 
And  all  their  rage  confound. 

5  They  fly  like  chaflF  before  the  wind. 
Before  thine  angry  breath  ; 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  behind, 
Purfues  them  down  to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  which  leads  to  hell  ; 
Then  let  the  rebels  die, 

Whofe  malice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  molt  high. 

7  But,  if  thou  haft  a  chofen  few 
Amongft  that  imp'ous  race. 

Divide  them  from  ihe  bloody  crew 
By  thy  furprifing  grace. 

8  Then  will  I  raife  my  tuneful  voice 
To  make  thy  wonders  known  ; 

In  their  falvation  I'll  rejoice, 
And  blefs  thee  for  my  own. 

PSALM     XXXV.     Second  Part, 

Love  to  eutmies  ;  or,  the  love  sf  Chriji  to  fin- 

Tiers  typified  in  David. 
I    T3EHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 

j3     Which  holy  David  fhows  I 
Hark,  how   his  founding  bowels  move 


PSALM    XXXVI.  75 

To  his  affliaed  foes  ! 

2  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complains 
And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart  ; 

The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 
As  for  a  brother  dead  I 

And  fading  mortify 'd  his  foul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed> 
Yeft  ftill  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 

And  double  blellings  on  his  head 
The  right'ous  Lord  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 
Thus  Chrifi  the  Lord  appears  ; 

While  finners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays. 
And  pities  them  with  tears  ! 

6  He,  the  true  David,  IfreVs  King, 
Bleft  and  belov'd  of  God, 

To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  9in, 
Paid  his  own  deareft  blood. 

PSALM    XXX VL     Long  Metre. 

The  perfeSfions   and  p-ovidence   of  God  ;   or, 
general  -providence  and  f pedal  grace. 

I    TTIGH  in  the  heav'ns  eternal  God, 

XJL  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  fhines  : 
Thy  truth  (hall  break  thro'  ev'ry  cloud 
Which  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

1  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  (lands, 
As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands. 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 


76  PSALM    XXXVI. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  bead  thy  bounty  fhare  ; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge. 
But  faints  are  thy  pecul'ar  care. 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings  ! 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs 

Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  fhall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaft  \ 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafte. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free. 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  the  Lord  j 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  fhall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

PSALM   XXX  VL    Common  Metre. 

PraSiical  atheifm  expofed ;    or,  the  being  and 

ottrihutes  of  God  ajj'erted. 
I  TIT  TBI LE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked 
V  V      And  yet  a  God  they  own,  [ways, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays. 

Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none. 
1  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 

(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear. 

Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  What  ftrange  felf-fiatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes  -^ 

But  there's  a  haft'ning  hour. 
When  they  fliall  fee  with  fore  furprife. 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juflice  fliall  maintain  its  throne,, 
Tho'  mountains  melt  away  i 


PSALM    XXXVI.  77 

Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown. 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns'  created  rounds. 
Thy  mercies.  Lord,  extend  : 

Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings. 
Nor  overlooks  the  bead  ; 

Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  chufe  to  reft. 

7  From  thee  when  creature-dreams  run  low> 
And  mortal  comforts  die, 

Perpet'al  fpring  of  life  fhall  flow,. 
And  raife  our  pleafures  high, 

8  Tho'  all  created  light  decay. 
And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes. 

Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day. 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife. 

PSALM    XXXVL    Short  Metre. 
The  wlckednefs  of  man  and  the  majejiy  of  G^jd> 

or,  -prahual  atheljm  expojed, 
I   T  "^  7  H  E  N  man  grows  bold  in  fin,t 

V  V        M'^y  heart  witbin  me  cries, 
Me  hath  no  faith  of  God  vji  thin. 
Nor  fear  before  his  eyes. 

[2  He  walks  awhile  conceal'd 

In  a  felf-flatt'ring  dream, 
'Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveard,. 

Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

1  His  heart  is  falfi  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair  ; 

Wifdom  is  bani'h'd  froiTi  his  foul,, 
And  leaves  j?q  gocdiiefs  there. 
G  2 


7t  PSALM    XXX VIL 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed, 

New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil. 
He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head>, 
To  pradice  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  GoD, 
Though  men  renounce  his  fear  : 

His  juftice  hid  behind  the, cloud. 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  fky, 
In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell  ; 

Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie, 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 
Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  I 

0  never  let  my  foul  remove- 
From  underneath  his  wings. 

PSALM     XXX VIL     Firjl  Part. 

The  cure  of  eivvy^fretfulnejsy  and  unbelief ;  or^ 
Ithe  rewards  of  the  righteous  andvjicked  /  or, 
the  world's  Kitred  and  the  faint' s  patience. 

1  T  X  7HY  fbould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 

V  V       To  fie  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  finners  ^vaxing  great 

By  violence  and  lies  ! 
1  As  flow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, . 

Before  the  ey'ning  fades. 
So  fhall  their  glories  vanifli  foon. 

In  everlafling  Ihades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the^JLord  my  trufi; 

And  practice,  all  that's  gt>od  : 
So  fhall  r  dwell  among  the  j^uft, 

And  he'll  provide  me  food^ 


PSALM    XXXVII.  79 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit. 
And  chearful  wait  his  will ; 

Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  fect^ 
Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  fnalt  thou  difplay,. 
And  make  thy  judgments  knowiij. 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day. 
And  glor'ous  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  laft  the  earth  polTefSj, 
And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 

True  riches  with  abundant  peace. 
To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 
Pause. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  wayj 
Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 

Tho'  providence  ihould  long  delay 
To  punifh  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  fmners  join  to  break  your  peace^ 
And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 

The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  veng'ance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threst'ning  fword^ 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow. 
To  flay  the  men  who  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  right'ous  low. 

10  My  God  fhall  break  tkeir  bows  and  burn 
Their  perfecuting  darts, 

Shall  their  own  fvv^ords  againft  them  turn^ 

And  pain  furprife  their  hearts. 

PSALM  XXXVIL  .  Second  Part.  * 
Charity  to  the  poor;  oXyreligion  in  words^  deeds. 
I  TX  7  H  Y  do  the  wealthy  v/icked  boaft^ 
V  V       And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 


8o^  PSALM    XXXVII. 

The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juft 
Excels  the  linner's  gold, 

1  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  defigns^o  pay  : 
The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 

Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  liberal  heart  he  gives 
Amongfl:  the  fons  of  need  ; 

His  menl'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blelTed  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane,. 

To  flander  or  defraud  \  '-^ 

His  ready  tongue  declare  to  mea 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide  \ 

Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word, 
His  feet  Ihall  never  fiide. 

6  When  fmners  fall,  the  right'ous  ftand, 
'Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 

They  fliall  polTefs  the  promis'd  land. 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

PSALM     XXXVII.   Third  Part. 
Theivay  and  end af  the  righteous  and  the  wicked^ 

X   A  >TY  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
IVjL     Are  order'd  by  thy  will  ; 

Tho'  they  fnould  fall,  they  rife  again. 
Thy  hand  fupports  them  (till. 

Q.  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

Their  virtue  he  approves: 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace. 

Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 


PSALM    XXXVIII.  8i 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs. 
Their  portion  and  their  home  : 

He  feeds  them  now  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bleiHngs  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord  ye  fons  of  men. 
Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 

Ye  fhall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 
When  juftice  caft  them  down. 

Pause. 

5  The  hauglity  fmner  have  I  feen, 
/Not  fearing  man  noi  God, 

Like  a  tall  bay- tree,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 
Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  \ 

Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  right 'oufnefs, 
.His  fev'ral  fteps  attend  ; 

True  pleafure  runs  thro'  all  his  v/ays. 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM    XXXVIII. 

Guilt  of  confcience  and  relief ;  or,  Repentance 
and  -prayer  for  pardon  and  health. 

1  A  MIDST  thy  v/rath  remember  love, 
JlX,     Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 

Nor  let  a  father's  chaft'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fword, 

2  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  heart. 
My  flefh  is  forely  preft : 

Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart. 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 


82  PSALM    XXXVIIL 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear. 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 

Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear. 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4.  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea, 
My  head  ftill  bending  dov/n  ; 

And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weak  and  broken  fore. 
None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole  : 

The  inward  anguifh  makes  me  roar. 
The  anguifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defire  to  thee  is  known. 
Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 

And  evVy  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope  ; 
My  God  will  hear  my  cry,    ' 

My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 

When  Satan  bids  me  die. 
[8  My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  Aide, 

My  foes  rejoice  to  fee't  ; 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride, 

When  they  fupplant  my  feet. 

9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilt  to  thee. 
And  grieve  for  all  my  fm  : 

I'll  mourn,  how  v/eak  my  graces  be. 
And  beg  fupport  divine. 

10  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  pa[l, 
~     And  be  for  ^v^Ljp]g|^  i 

O  Lord  of  my  MW^Uj  hafte. 
Before  thy  fervant  die.] 


PSALM    XXXII.  83 

PSALM     XXXIX.     Firft  Part, 

Watchfulnejs  over  the  tongue  ;  <ir,  prudence  and 
zeal, 

1  nnHUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

X       **  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
**  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 
**  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  And  if  I'm  e'er  conftrain'd  to  ftay 
With  men  of  lives  profane, 

I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day. 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain, 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 
The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 

Left  fcofFers  ftiould  th'  occafion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet,  if  fome  proper  hour  appears 
I'll  not  be  over-aw'd. 

But  let  the  fcoffing  fmners  hear 
That  I  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSALM     XXXIX.     Second  Part. 
The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal . 

1  T^EACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 
JL       Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 

1  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  which  we  can  boaft. 
An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft,  , 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 
Like  fliadows  o'er  the  plain, 

They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love. 


%4.  PSALM    XXXIX. 

But  all  their  noife  is  Tain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  fhow, 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 

They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  hot  who, 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What  could  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then 
From  creatures,  earth  and  duft  ? 

They  m.ake  our  expectations  vain. 
And  difappoint  our  truft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope 
My  fond  defires  recal : 

I  give  my  mortal  int'reft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM      XXXIX.     Third  Part. 
Sic\-led devotion ;ox, pleading  without  repining^ 

1  /^  OD  of  my  life  look  gently  down, 
vjr     Behold  the  pains  I  feel  ; 

But  I  am.  dumb  before  thy  throne. 
Nor  dare  difputc  thy  will. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants.  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command, 

rU  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  v/ord 
Againft  thy  chaft'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  may  I  pjiead  with  hum.ble  cries. 
Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  : 

My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies. 
Through  thj  repealed  ilrokes. 

4  CruftiM  as  the  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 
We  moulder  to  the  dud  ; 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withiland, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 


PSALM    XL.  Ij 

[5  This  mortal  life  decays  apace, 
How  foon  the  bubble's  broke  I 

Adam,  and  all  his  num'rous  race. 
Are  vanity  and  fmoke. 

6  I'm  but  a  fojourner  below. 
As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 

May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go. 
When  I  the  fummons  hear  ! 

7  But,  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 
Before  my  laft  remove, 

Thy  praifc  fhall  be  my  bus'nefs  ftill. 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PSALM  XL.  i^/r/?P67r/.Common Metre. 

A  fong  of  deliverance  from  great  dijlrejs, 

1  T  Waited  patient  for  the  Lord, 
X     He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 

He  faw  me  refting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh, 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit. 
Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 

And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet. 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand. 
And  taught  my  chearful  tongue 

To  praife  the  \Vonders  of  his  hand 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 
The  faints  with  joy  fhall  hear  ; 

And  fmners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ! 

H 


86  PSALM    XL. 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great  ! 
We  have  not  words,  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  affli(5led,  poor,  and  low. 

And  light  and  peace  depart. 
My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe. 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 
PSALM  XL.  2d  ParL    Common  Metre. 
The  incarnation  and  facrifice  of  Chriji. 

1  '^  j  ^Hus  faith  theLord,**  Your  work  is  vain 

jL       **  Give  your  burnt-off'rings  o'er, 
**  In  dying  goats,  and  bullocks  flain 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  **  Lo,  I'm  here, 
"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will  ; 

**  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare 
*.*  Thy  fervant  fhall  fulfil. 

3  **  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 
**  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  ; 

**  Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delight, 
"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee,  the  bleft  Redeemer  comes  ! 
Th'  eternal  Son  appears  ! 

And  at  th'  appointed  time,  aflumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace; 
And  much  his  truth  he  fliew'd, 

And  preach'd  the  way  of  right'oufuefs, 

Where  great  afTemblies  ftood. 
6  His  Father's  honor  touch'd  his  heart, 

He  pity'd  finnsrs'  cries,       -    * 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part. 


PSALM    XL.  87 

Was  made  a  facrifice. 

Pause. 

7  No  blood  of  beafts  on  alters  fhed, 
Could  waul  the  confcicnce  clean  ; 

But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread. 
And  Satan's  kingdom  fhook  ; 

Thus,  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed. 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM    XL.     Long  Metre. 

Chr'ift  our  facrifice, 

1  T^He  wondersLord,thy  love  has  wrought, 

X     Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our 

[thought  ; 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fpilt 
Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  hafl  fet  before  our  eyes 

An  all-fufficient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears. 
To  thy  demands  he  bows  his  ears  ; 
Affumes  a  body  w^ell  prepared. 

And  well  performs  the  work  fo  hard, 

4  "  Behold  I  come  (the  Saviour  cries, 
**  With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes) 

**  I  come  tp  bear  the  heavy  load 
**  Of  fins  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5  **  Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
**  Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 

**  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 
**  And  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 


88         PSALM    XLI.  XLIL 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
"  And  rebels  to  obed'ence  draw 

*'  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 
**  Or  on  my  throne  above  the  fky. 

7  **  The  Spirit  (hall  defcend  and  fhow 
**  What  thou  haft  done  and  what  I  do  ; 

**  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace, 
*•  Thy  wifdom  and  thy  right'oufnefs.'* 

PSALM      XLI. 

Charity  to  the  poor  ;    or,  pity  to   the  affli£ied. 
I    TJ  LESTis  the  man  whofe  bowels  move, 

JD  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor  \ 
Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love. 
Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 

1  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  ; 
He,  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief. 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  bowels  too. 

3  His  foul  (hall  live  fecure  on  earth. 
With  fecret  bleflings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  peftilence  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n  ; 
Will  fave  him  with  a  Ijealing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

PSALM     XLIL      FirftFart. 

Dejertion  and  hope  ;    or,  cojnplaint  of  abjence 

from  puhVic  worjhip. 
I   T  X  riTH  earneft  longings  of  the  mind, 

V  V       My  God  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  ts  find 


PSALM    XLIL  89 

And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace. 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 

•So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 
And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 

The  foe  infults  without  controul, 
And  where  s  your  God  at  laji  P 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 
I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 

Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go. 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why  my  foul  funk  down  fo  far 
Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  defpair. 
And  fm  againft  my  God  ? 

6  H^pe  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 
Can  all  my  'wo§s  remove  ; 

For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  fland. 
And  fmg  refcoring  love. 

PSALM    XLIL     Second  Part, 
Melancholy  thoughts  reproved  ;  or,  hope  In  af- 
flict on. 

1  A  yfY  fpirit  fmks  within  me,  Lord, 
XVX  But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind. 

And  times  of  paii  diftrefs  record. 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumult 'ous  noife 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  \ 
Thy  v\rater-fpouts  drown  all  my  joys. 
And  rifing  wave^  roll  o'er  my  head^     ; 


90  PSALM    XLIV. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day  : 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove ; 
The  night  fhali  hear  me  fing  and  pray, 

4  rU  cad  my felf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  *'  My  God,  my  heav'nly  rock, 

**  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

•*  The  foul  which  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke  ?'^ 

5  rU  chide  my  heart  which  fmks  fo  low, 
Why  fliould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ? 
Hope  in  the  Lord  and  praife  him  too  j 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

6  Thy  light  and  truth  fliall  guide  me  ftilU 
Thy  word  fhall  my  beft  thoughts  employ. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill, 

Aiy  God,  my  moft  exceeding  joy. 
PSALM    XLIV. 
The  church's  complaint  inperfecutlon. 

1  T    ORD,wehaveheardthy  works  of  old* 
1  J     Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  ', 

When  to  our  ears-  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  How  thou  didft  build  thy  churches  here, 
And  make  thy  gofpel  known  ; 

Amonglt  them  did  thine  arm"  appear  ! 
Thy  light  and  glory  fhone. 

3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day. 
And  in  a  chearful  throng 

Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  fhame, 
Confufion  fills  cur  face, 


PSALM    XLIV.  91 

To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme. 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace, 

5  Yet  we  have  not  forgot  our  GoD, 
Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n. 

Nor  have  our  fteps  deelin'd  the  road. 
Of  duty  thou  hall  giv'n. 

6  Though  dragons  :.ll  around  us  roar 
With  their  deilruftive  breath, 

And  thine  own  hand  "has  bruis'd  us  forCj^ 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death* 

Pause. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die 
As  martyrs  for  thy  caufe, 

As  iheep  for  daughter  bound  we  lis. 
By  fharp  and  bloody  laws. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 
Why  deeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 

Why  fhould  we  look  like  men  abhor 'd^ 
Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  caft  us  off. 
And  ftill  negle6l  our  cries  ? 

For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afflitSled  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  dull  our  foul  is  bow*dp 
And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 

Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud. 
And  all  their  pow'r  confound. 

1 1  Redeem  us  from  perpet'al  fhame. 
Our  Saviour  arid  our  God  ; 

We  plead  the  honors  of  thy  name^ 
The  meriis  of  thy  blooda 


92  PSALM    XLV. 

PSALM    XLV.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Chr'iji  ;  the  fuccefs  of  the  gofpel, 
and  the  Gentile  church. 

1  A  /T  Y  Saviour  and  my  I<  ing, 
-LVX     Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 

Thy  lips  with  bleilings  overflow. 
And  cv'ry  grace  is  t.*iine.  * 

2  Now  make  th)?- glory  known  ; 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword. 

And  ride  in  majeily  to  fpread 
The  conquefts  of  thy  word. 

5  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes. 

Or  melt  their  hearts'  t'  obey  ; 
While  juftice,  meeknefs,  grace,  and  truths. 

Attend  thy  glor'ous  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right ; 

Thy  throne  fhall  ever  ftand  ; 
And  thy  vi^flor'ous  gofpel  proves 

A  fceptre  in  thy  nand. 

[5  Thy  Father  and  thy  GoD 

Hath,  without  meafure,  fhed 
His  Spirit,  like  a  joyful  oil, 

T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

[6  Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  ktriy 
Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire. 

And  princes  guard  the  Queen. 

^   Fair  bride,  receive  his  love. 

Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 
Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 

And  pay  the  Lord  thy  vows.] 

8.  O  Let  thy  God  and  King 


PSALM     XLV.  93 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ  ; 
Thy  children  fhall  his  honor  fing 
In  palaces  of  joy. 

PSALM     XLV.     Common  Metre. 
The perjonal glories  and  government  of  Chr'iji, 
*   T'LL  fpeak  the  honors  of  my  King ; 

A     His  form  divinely  fair  ; 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 

May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed  ; 

Thy  God,  with  blelTings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  vi<3:or'ous  Prince  ; 
Ride  with  majeftic  fway  ; 

Thy  terror  fhall  fir  ike  thro'  thy  foes. 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  flands  ; 
Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 

A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands. 
To  rule  the  faints  by  love. 

5  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  ftill. 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  : 

And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  fhall  fill 
With  moft  pecul'ar  joys. 

PSALM  XLV.  FirJlPart,  Long  Pvletre. 

The  glory  of  Chrijit   and  poiver  of  his  g^fpd' 

I    'VTO^  ^^  "^y  heart  infpir'd  to  fmg 

-L\l    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King^ 
Jefus  the  Lord  ;  how  heav'nly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  I 


94  PSALM    XLV. 

2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  (hines  with  a  fiiper'or  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  fiow^s, 
And  blcflings  ail  his  (late  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  mod  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fv/ord  ; 

In  rqajefty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4-  Thine  anger  like  a  pointed  dart. 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart  ;. 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  (lands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  jufi:  and  right,, 
Juftice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fhed 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head. 

And  with  his  facred  fpirit  bleft 
His  firft-born  Son  above  the  reft, 

V^ALMXhV,  Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Chrljlandh'is church ;  or, the niyjilcal marriage. 

1  ^  I  ^HE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face ' 

X     Adorn'd  with  majedy  and  grace  j 
He  comes  with  bleffings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The  Qiieen  array 'd  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs  ; 
Her  robe  oi  joy  and  right'oufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own  ; 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  \ 


PSALM    XLVL  95 

Fair  flranger  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 

4  So  fhall  the  king  the  more  rejoice, 
In  thee  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  fhalt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  fkies  ! 

And  all  thy  fons  (a  num'rous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign  ! 

6  Let  endlefs  honors  crown  his  heas  ! 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread ! 
While  we,  with  chearful  fongs,  approve 
The  condefcenfions  of  his  love. 

PSALM    XLVL     Flrft  Part. 

The  church's  fafety  and  triumph  among  natio- 
nal defolat  ions. 

1  /^  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

■   V-X  When  (torms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade; 
E'er  we  can  offer  our  camplaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  bury'd  there  ; 
Convulfions  fliake  the  folid  world. 

Our  faith  (hall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar. 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide  ; 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  fhore 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  ftream  whofe  gentle  flow 
Saj*V'Ues  the  city  of  our  God  : 

Life,  love  and  joy,  flill  gliding  through^ 


96  PSALM    XLVL 

And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word. 
There  all  our  raging  fear  controuls  : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

6  Ston  enjoys  her  monarch's  love. 
Secure  againft  a  threatening  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  mpve, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r 

PSALM     XLVL     Second  Part. 
God  fights  for  his  church. 

1  T    E  T  Sion  in  her  king  rejoice, 

JLi  Tho'  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife ! 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  of  old,  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  ftill  our  aid  ; 
Behold  the  work  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  defolations  he  has  made. 

3  From  fea  to  fea  thro'  all  the  (hores. 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  \ 
When,  from  on  high,  his  thunder  roars. 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear  ; 
Char'ots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  ; 
Keep  filence  all  ye  earth,  and  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name  ! 

5  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
**   I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands  ; 

•*   I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad  ; 
**  But  ftill  my  throne  in  Ston  ftands." 

6  O  Lord  of  hofts,  almjghty  King ! 


PSALM    XLVII.    XLVIII.      97 

While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell, 
Our  faith  fhall  fit  fecure  and  fing 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM    XLVIL 

Chrifl  ajc ending  and  reigning, 

1  f"\  For  a  ihout  of  facred  joy 
\J     To  God  the  fov'reign  King  1 

Let  ev'ry  land  its  tongues  employ. 
And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 

2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high, 
His  heav'nly  guards  around. 

Attend  him  rifmg  through  the  fky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  (trains  : 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fmg  ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound  ; 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong  ; 

Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found. 
Upon  a  though tlefs  tongue. 

5  In  IJrel  ftood  his  ancient  throne, 
He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  : 

But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own. 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  Thefe  ranfom'd  States  are  all  the  Lord's, 
H^ere  Abrhains  God  is  known, 

While  pow'rs and  princes,  fliields and  fwords. 
Submit  before  his  throne. 
PSALM    XLVIIL       FlrftPart, 
The  t'hurch  Is  the  honor  andjafety  of  a  nation. 
I   1^  R  E  A  T  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
VJT     And  let  his  oraife  be  great  ; 
I 


gS  PSALM    XLVIII. 

He  makes  his  churches  his  abode. 

His  moft  delightful  feat. 
1  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace. 

How  beautiful  they  ft  and  ! 
The  honors  of  our  native  place, 

The  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Sion  God  is  known 
A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 

How  bright  has  his  falvation  (hone 
Through  all  her  palaces  !        ' 

4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd,' 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there. 

In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind. 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 
Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace. 

He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  loud. 
And  fi-nks  them  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  feen 

How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  fheep  have  been. 

y   In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 
We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 

We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 

PSALM     XLVIII.     Second  Part. 
The  beauty  sf  the  church  ;  or,  gojpel  worjhip 

and  order. 
I    TT^  A  R  as  thy  name  is  known 

X       The  world  declares  thy  praif^  ! 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  tHrone, 

'Lheir  fongs  of  honor  raife. 


PSALM    XLIX.  99 

2  With  joy  let  Jiidah  ftand 
On  Sions  chofen  hill. 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  Grangers  walk  around 
The  city  v/here  v/e  dwell, 

Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well* 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
The  worfliip  of  thy  court, 

The  chearful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 
How  glor'ous  to  behold  ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  which  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 
Will  guide  us  'till  we  die. 

Will  be  our  God  while  here  below. 
And  ours  above  the  Iky. 

PSALM     XLIX.     Firjipart. 
Pride  and  death  ;  oXyThe  vanity  of  life  and'riches, 
I   T  T  T^H  Y  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

V  V       To  infolence  and  pride. 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honors  flow 
With  every  rifmg  tide  ? 

[2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 

Made  of  the  felf  fame  clay, 
And  boaft,  as  tho'  his  flefh  were  born 

Of  better  duft  than  they  r] 
3  Not  4II  his  treafure  can  procure 

His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 


loo  PSALM    XLIX.   ' 

Or  make  his  brother  live. 
[4  Life  is  a  blefTing  can't  be  fold. 

The  ranfom  is  too  high  5 
Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold. 

That  man  may  never  die.] 

5  He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife. 
The  tim'rous  and  the  brave. 

Quit  their  poiTeflions,  clofe  their  eyes. 
And  haften  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 
**  My  houfe  fliall  ever  ftand  : 

*'  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 
*'  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft. 
How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ? 

His  name  is  written  in  the  duft 
Where  his  own  carcafc  lies. 

Pause. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ; 
And  yet  their  fons,  as  vain, 

Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay. 
And  acl  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace. 
If  honor  raife  ihem  high. 

Live  like  a  beaft,  a  thoughtlefs  race, 
And  like  a  beaft  they  die. 

[10  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  filthy  ftiecp, 

Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
'Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  deep 

In  terror  and  def^pair.^ 


PSALM    XLIX.  loi 

PSALM     XLIX.      Second  Part, 

Death  and  the  refurreSiion. 

I   "VT'  E  fons  of  pride,  who  hate  the  jufl 

X       And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  dov/n  to  dufl 
Your  pomp  fhall  rife  no  more. 

1  The  lafc  great  day  fhall  change  the  fcene> 

When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  fhall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 

O'er  all  who  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 
When  fep'rate  from  the  flefh  ! 

And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave 
To  raife  my  bones  afrefh. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  home, 
Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 

Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume. 
But  111  repine  no  more. 

PSALM     XLIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  rich  f.nner  s  deaths  and  the  faint's  refur-- 

region. 

1  TX  THY  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 

V  V  And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  !  , 

2  They  can't  redeem  one  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft  ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

V'J-iitn  God  commands  him  down  to  duft. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  fhade 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  .j 
That  flefh  fo  delicately  fed. 


I02  P  b  A  L  M^    L. 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground, 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  flieep  the  Tinner  dies. 
Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat  ; 
The  faints  fhall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  find  th'  oppreiTor  at  their  feet. 

5  His  honors  perifh  in  the  duft, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  ; 
That  glor'ous  day  exalts  the  jufl: 
To  full  domin'on  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  fhall  my  life  reftore. 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  : 
My  flefh  and  foul  fiiall  part  no  more  ; 
But  dwell  for  ever  near  my  God. 

PSALM   L.  F'lrji  Part.  Common  Metre^ 
The  I aji  judgment ;  or,  the  faints  rewarded. 

1  ^THHE  Lord,  the  judge,  before  his  throne 

X       Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rifmg  fun. 
And  near  the  weftern  fky. 

2  No  more  fhall  bold  blafpheraers  fay 
JudgmeJit  zvill  ne'er  begin  ; 

No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  fm. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  Ihall  come. 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 

Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  (lorm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his' call  fhall  hear,^ 
Attending  angels  come  ; 

And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know,  and  fear 
His  juflice  and  their  doom. 

5  *' But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 


PSALM    L.  103 

**  Who  made  their  peace  with  God 
<*  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice. 
Who  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  **  Their  faith  &  works  brought  forth  to  iigtit 

**  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 
**    My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heavn  adore  my  grace.'* 
PSALM     L.     Second  Part. 
Obedience  is  better  than  facrifice, 

i^  I  ^HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "the  fpacious  fields 
X       **  And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine, 

'•  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
**'  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  **  I  aik  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 

**  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire; 
^*  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
**  Is. all  which  I  require. 

3  *'  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 
"  My  hand  ihall  fet  thee  free; 

**  Then  fhall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
'*  The  honor  due  to  me. 

4  **  The  man  who  offers  humble  praife, 
**  He  glorifies  me  beft  : 

'*  And  thofe  v/ho  tread  my  holy  ways 
♦*  Shall  my  falvation  tafte." 

PSALM     L.     Third  Part. 

The  judgments  of  hypocrites. 
I  T  X  7HEN  Chrift  to  judgment  doth  de- 
VV  [fcend. 

And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend. 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 


104.  PSALM     L. 

2  **  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 
•*  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 

'*  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain, 
*'  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  **  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do, 
**  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 

**  They  call  my  ftatutes  juft  and  true, 
*'  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  **  Could  you  expe£l  to  Tcape  my  fight, 
*'  And  (in  without  controul  ? 

*•  But  1  fhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
•*  With  anguifh  in  your  foul." 

5  Confider,  ye  who  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 

If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword. 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM     L.     Long  Metre. 

Hypocrify  expojed, 

1  HP' HE  Lord  the  Judge,  his  churches 

X  [warns  ; 

Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hopes  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  falfhood  and  deceit ; 

A  friend  or  brother  they  defame. 
And  foothe  and  flatter  thafe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face  ; 
They  rake  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  -lift  their  hands  unclean. 


PSALM    L.  105 

Denl'd  with  luft,  defil'dwith  blood; 

By  night  they  pradice  ev'ry  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  GoD. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay 
They  grow  fecure  and  fm  the  more : 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they. 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  O  dreadful  hour  v/hen  God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ; 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  (hall  tear. 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

PSALM    L. 

The  laji  judgment. 

1  'TPHE  Lord,  the   Sov'reign,  fends  his 

X  [fummons  forth, 

Calls  the  South  nations,  and  awakes  the  North \ 
From  Eajito  Wejl  the  founding  orders  fpread. 
Thro'  diflant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead : 
No  more  fhall  ath'ifts  mock  his  long  delay ; 
His  veng'ance  fleeps  no  more  \  behold  the  day! 

2  Behold  the  Judge  defcends !  his  guards  are 

[nigh  ; 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky  ; 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near!  let  all 

fthings  come. 
To  hear  his  juftice,  and  the  fmner's  doom  ; 
But  gather  firft  my  faints  (the  Judge  com- 
mands) 
Bring  them,yeangels,from  their  diflant  lands. 

3  Behold !  my  cov'nant  Hands  for  ever  good* 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 
And  fign'd  with  all  their  jiames ;  the  Greek 

[the  JeWt 


io6  PSALM    L. 

Who  paid  the  antient  worHiip,  or  the  new. 
There's  no  diftin6lion  here  ;   come  fpread 

[their  thrones. 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 

4  I,  their  Almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 
I  am  their  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  which  finners  dread  to 

[hear ; 
Sinners  in  Sion^  tremble  and  retire  ; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire  ! 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain, 
Do  I  condemn  thee :  bulls  and  goats  are  vain: 
Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  the  ftore 
Of  brutal  ofF'rings  which  were  mine  before ; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed. 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefls,  where 

[they  feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  bullock's 

[blood  ? 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows. 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  and  fantaflic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'dthyveflments  to  behold. 
Glaring  in  gems,   and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'fl  thou 

[hope  to  pleafe 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While,  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy 

[tongue. 
Thou  lov'fl  deceit,and  dofl  thy  brother  wrong; 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Theives  and  adultr'ers  are  thy  chofen  friendsw 


PSALM    L.  107 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fulF'ring  love  ? 
But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  ne'er  reprove? 
And  cheriih  fuch  an  imp'ous  thought  within. 
That  God,  the  right'ous  would  indulge  thy 

[fin? 
Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll. 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul  1 

9  Sinners  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife; 
Awake,  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  : 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked 

[ways  amend  ; 
Fly  to  theSaviour,make  the  Judge  your  friend; 
Left,  like  a  lion,  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

PSALM     L. 

The  lajl  yudgment. 

I  ''  I  ^HE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons 
X  [forth ; 

Calls  the  South  nations  and  awake  the  North; 
From  Eaft  to  Weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread 
Thro'  diitant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpt  founds ;    hell  trembles;   heavn 

\rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads  ^ye faints  ywith  chearfulvoices. 

1  No  more  fhall  ath'ifts  mock  his  long  delay* 
His  veng'ance  fleeps  no  more ;  behold  the  day  • 
Behold  the  Judge  defcends,his  guards  are  nigh? 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky. 
When  God  appears  all  nature  jhall adore  htm  ; 
While jinners  tretnble,  faints  rejoice  befoi-e  him. 

3  "  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near  ;  let 

[all  things  come 
"  To  hear  myjuftice  and  the  (innersdoom  ; 


loS  PSALM    L. 

**  But  gather  firft  my  faints,  the  Judge  com- 

[mands  ; 
**  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant 

[lands. 
fPljen  Chrift  returns  'wah  ev'ry  chearfulpaf^ 

And  Jhout  ye  faints,  becomes  for  yourfalvation. 

4  **  Behold  my  cov'nant  ftands  forever  good, 
**  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood  ! — 
**  And  fign'd  with  all  their  names ;  the  Greeks 

[the  Jezv, 
**  Who  paid  the  antient  worfhip  or  the  new, 
here's  no  dlftinSfion  here^  join  all  your  voices. 
And  raife  your  heads  ye  faints  for  heav  n  rejoices, 

5  *  Here,  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels,  fpread 

[their  thrones, 

*  And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons, 

*  Comem'yredeem'd,poiiefsthejoyprepar'd, 

*  Ere  time  began  ;  'tis  your  divine  reward. 
JVhenQ\ii\'^Sreturns ^' wake  ev  ry chearful paffton 
And fh  out  ye  faints ,  he  comes  for  your  falvat  ion 

Pause     the  firft. 

6  '  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  Almighty  God, 

*  I  am  thejudge,ye  heav'n's,  proclaim  abroad 

*  My  juft  eternal  f^ntence,  and  declare 

*  Thofe  awful  truths  which  fmners  dread  to 

[hear. 
JVhen  God  appears  ^  all  nature  JJj  all  adore  him; 
While fnners  tremble y  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  *  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemer,  and 

[profane, 

*  Now  feel  my  vi^jatb,  nor  call  my  threat 'nings 

[vam ; 


PSALM    L.  109 

*  Thou  hypocrite,  once  drefl  in  faint's  attire, 

*  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
Judgment p  r  0  ceeds!  hell  trembles  Iheav'n  rejoices! 
Lift  upyour  heads  y  yefaintSjWith  chearful  voices^ 

8  '*  Not  for  the  want  of  goats,  or  bullocks 

[{lain 

*  Do  I  condemn  thee  \  bulls  and  goats  are  vain, 

*  Without  the  flames  of  love ;  in  vain  the  (lore 

*  Of  brutal  ofF'rings  which  were  mine  before: 
Earth  is  the  Lord'j,  all  nature fhall  adore  him  : 

JFhileJinners  tremble y- faints  rejoice  before  him, 

9  **  If  I  were  hungry, would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
**  When  did  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  bullock's 

[blood  ? 
'*  Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed, 
**  Flocksjherds,  and  fields,  and  foreftsv/here 

[they  feed. 
~  All  is  the  Lord'^,  he  rules,  the  zvide  creation  ; 
Gives fnners  vengeance  y  and  the  faints  falv  at  ion  ^ 

I  o  ^*Can  I  beflatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
"  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows? 
"Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy veftments  to  behold, 
**  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts  :  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengance  rifes. 

Pause     the  fecond. 

II  "  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  couWil:  thou 

[hope  to  pleafe 
'  A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 

*  While,  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy 

[tongue 
'*  Thau  iov'il  deceit,   and  doft  thy  brother 

f  wrong; 
K 


no  PSALM    L. 

'Judgment  proceedslhelltremhlest  heav'n  rejoices! 
Lift  up  your  heads  ^yejaints  y  with  chearfulvoices, 

1 2  *  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 

*  Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends ; 
•While  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  my  alter  v^raits, 

*  His  harden 'd  foul  divine  in{lru(flion  hates, 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts;  no  fair  difguifes 
Canfcreen  the  guilty ^  when  his  vengance  rifes, 

13  *  Silent  I  waited  w^ith  long- fufF'ringlove; 

*  But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  (hould  ne'er re- 

[prove 
'  And  cherifh  fuch  an  imp'ous  thought  within  J 

*  That  the  all-holy  would  indulge  thyfm? 
See, God  appears  j  all  nature  joins  /'  adore  him 
Judgment  proceeds  i  and finners fall  before  him, 

14  **  Behold  my  terrors  now  \  my  thunders 

[roll, 

*  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul : 
'  Now,  like  a  lion,  fhall  my  veng'ance  tear 

*  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near." 
Judgment  concludes ;  hell  trembles  ;  heavn  re- 

\_joices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads y  ye  faints,  with  ch earful 

[voices, 
Epiphonema. 

15  Sinners,  awake  betimes;  ye  fools  be  wife; 
Awake,  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife, 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked 

[works  amend, 
Flyto  the  Saviour, make  the  Judge  your  friend. 
Thertjoinyye  faints,  'wake  ev'ry  cheajfulpafp^on  ; 
V/hen  Ciirili  return:, he  comes  for  your falvation . 


PSALM    LI.  in 

PSALM    LL    FirJiPart,    Long  Metre 
A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

1  Q  H  E  W  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord !  forgive^ 
O   Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  fi'ee  ? 
May  not  a  fmner  truft  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  not  furpafs 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound  ! 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  found. 

3  O  wafh  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin  1 
And  make  my  guilty  confcience  clean  . 
Here,  on  my  heart,  my  burden  lies  ; 
And  paft  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fms  confefs 
Againfl  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace  : 
Lord,  ihould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  veng'ance  feize  my  breath, 
I  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  ; 

And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 
Thy  right 'ous  law  approves  it  well. 

"  Yet  fave  a  trembling  fmner.  Lord, 
Whofe  hope  ftill  hov'ring  round  thy  word. 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there. 
Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair. 

PSALM  LL  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Original  and  aclualjin  confejfed, 

I  T    ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fm, 

X-i  And  born  unholy  and  unclean, 
Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  his  race  and  taints  us  all. 

m 


112  PSALM     LI. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fm  grow  up  for  death  j 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfefl  heart. 
But  we're  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part. 
[3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew. 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  ; 

0  make  me  wife  betimes,  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 

My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  1 

The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  Nor  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hyffop  branch,  nor  fprinkling  prieft. 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  rlor  fea. 
Can  wafh  the  difrnal  ftain  away. 

6  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone  ; 
Hath  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  ; 
No  Jewijh  types  could  cleanfe  me  fo. 

7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  fiefh,  ner  foul,  hath  reft  or  eafe. 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice. 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

PSALM  LL  Third  Part,  Long  Metre. 

The  hackjllder  rejiored  ;    or,    repentance  and 
faith  in  the  hlaod  of  Chrift. 

1  f^\  Thou  who  hear'll  when  fmners  cry  ! 
\J  Tho'  air  my  crim.es  before  thee  lie. 

Behold  them  not  v/ith  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  irtature  pure  within. 


PSALM    LI.  113 

And  form  niy  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
Let.  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart. 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Cad  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight  o 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reflore  ; 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  ftill  afford  : 

And  let  a  wre'  ch  come  near  thy  throne 
To  plead  the  merits  of  ihy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring  ; 

The  God  cf  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for-facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lifis  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owQS  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pit'ing  eye. 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  fhall  karn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
111  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood. 
And  they  (hall  praife  a  pardoning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  ilial!  be  all  my  fong  ^ 

And  all  my  pow'rs  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord  my  ftrength  and  right 'oufnefs. 

PSALM  lA.  FhJiPart.  Common  Metre. 
Original  and  a£iualjin  confejfed  and  pardoned. 

X    T    ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 
A-4     And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  y 


114'  PSALM    LI. 

Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

2  Should'ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell. 
And  cruih  my  flefh  to  duR, 

Heav'n  would  approve  thy  veng'anc^  well. 
And  earth  muit  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  ftock  of  Adam  came. 
Unholy  and  unclean  ; 

All  my  original  is  fhame. 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breath, 

And  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord  !  and  chear  my  foul 
With  thy  forgiving  It/ve  ; 

0  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole. 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  riot  thy  fpirit  quite  depart. 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 

Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  fons  of  men  ; 

Backfliders  fhall  addrefs  thy  throne. 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

PSALM    LL     Second  Part. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Chriji* 

1  (^\  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
V^     My  load  of  guilt  remove, 

Break  down  the  feparating  wall 
Which  bars  me  from  thy  love. 


PSALM    LIII.  115 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace. 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 

Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  right 'oufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  flain 
For  fm  could  e'er  atone  ; 

The  death  of  Chrift  fhall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  oppreft  with  fin's  defert 
My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  ; 

A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  beft  facrifice. 

PSALM    LIIL 
Vi^ory  a7id  deliverance  from  perfecuiion, 

1  A   R  E  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fools 
xjL     Who  thus  devour  her  faints  ? 

1^0  they  not  know  the  Saviour  rules. 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  fhall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife  f 
For  GoD^s  revenging  arm 

Scatters  the  bones  of  thofe  who  rife 
To  da  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft 
Of  armies  in  array  ; 

When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  hoft 
They  fall  an  eafy  pr^y. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Sion^  King 
Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 

Jacob,  with  all  his  tribes  fhall  firig? 
And  Judah  weep  no  more^.. 


ii1%  '  PS  AL-M    LV. 

PSALM     LV.     Common  Metre. 
Support  fsr  the  afflicted  and  tempted  fout, 

I   /^  God,  my  refuge  t  hear  thy-  crie$i 
\J    Eeliold  my  flawing  tears  ^ 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devifci 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

a  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  with  guilt  tiiey  load. 
And  fill  my  thoughts  v/ith  inward  ftrife 

To  ihake  my<hope  in  God. 

3  With  inward  pain  my  hearr-ftring^  found* 
I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  : 

Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Among  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  O  were  1  like  a  feather 'd  dove  ! 
And  innocence  had  wings  ; 

I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  relllefs  things. 

5  Let  ni^tb  fome  wild  defart  go. 
And  find  a  peaceful  home  ; 

Where  florms  of  malice  never  blovf. 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes  and  vain  inventions  aH, 
To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 

The  mighty  God,  on  whom  !•  call-. 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 

7  By  moming-lrght  I'll  feek  his  face. 
At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 

The  night  fhall  hear  me  afk  his  grace. 
Nor  will  he  long  dtny. 

S  God  fhall  pre f:: rye  my  foul  from  fear  > 
Or  fhicld  me  when  afraid' : 


PSALM    LV.  117 

Ten  thoufand  angels  muft  appear. 

If  he  commands  their  aid. 
9  I  cafl  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  fuftains  th^m  all  ; 
My  courage  reds  upon  his  word. 

That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 
ID  My  higheft  hopes  fhall  not  be  vain, 

My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife  j 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 

Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM     LV.     Short  Metre. 
Dangerous profperity  ;  or,  daily  devotion  encour- 
aged. 

1  T    E  T  firiners  take  their  courfe, 
JLi     And  choofe  the  road  to  death  ; 

But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
111  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne 
When  morning  brings  the  light  ; 

I  feek  his  bieiling  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eiernal  God  ! 

While  finners  periih,  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Becauffr  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
And  no  fad  changes  feel. 

They  neither  fear  nor  trufl  thy  name. 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

I'll  call  my.biii-dens  on  his  arm. 
And  refi  upofb  his  woid . 


ii8  PSALM    LVI. 

6  His  arm  fhall  well  fuftain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  ftands 

No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

PSALM    LVL 

Deliverance  from  opprejjlon  andfaljhood;  or, 
God's  care  of  his  people  in  anfwer  to  faith 
and  prayer, 

1  /^^  Thou  !  whofejuftice  reigns  on  high, 
V-/     And  makes  th'  oppreffor  ceafe, 

Behold  how  env'ous  finners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

2  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 

Eut  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife. 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  mod  holy,  juft  and  true, 
1  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  fleih  can  do. 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ftill. 
Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 

Mifchief  doth  all  their  counfels  fill. 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  cfcape  without  thy  frown  ? 
Muft  their  devices  ftand  ? 

O,  caft  the  haughty  fmner  down. 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

Pause. 

6  God  tounts  the  forrows  of  his  faints. 
Their  groans  affeft  his  ears  ; 

Thou  haft  a  book  for  my  complaints. 


PSALM    LVII.  119 

A  bottle  for  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 
The  wicked  fear  and  flee  ; 

So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  iky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me.  - 

8  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 
1  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do. 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord  : 
Thou  fhalt  receive  my  praife ; 

I'll  fmg,  How  faithful  is  thy  word  ; 
How  righteous  all  thy  ways  ! 

10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 
O  fet  thy  pris'ner  free  !  t 

That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  employ 'd  for  thee. 

PSALM    LVIL 

Praife  for  protedtion,  grac^  and  trufh. 

lA  yTY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
iVJLOf  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown^' 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
'Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown.  ■ 

a  Up  to  the  heav'hs  I  fend  my  ci*y,'  ' 
The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  ; 
He  fends  his  angels  from  the  fky, 
And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning  ftorm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 
Above  the  heav'ns,  v/here  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad. 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  ig  fix'd;  my- -fo^.gihall  raife 


120  PSALM     LVIIL 

Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife  ; 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth,  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmofl  flcy  ; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  diflblve  and  die.« 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 
Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM    LVIIL 

Warning  to  Magljirates. 

I     TUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 

^Jl    Will  ye  defpife  the  right 'ous  caufe, 

W'hen  th'  injur'd  poor  before  you  (land 

Dare  ye  condemn  the  right'ous  poor. 

And  let  rich  fmners  'fcape  fecure. 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hands. 

a  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew, 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftice  reigns  ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad 

To  bind  the  confcience   in  your  chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  (harp,  the  poifon  ftrong. 

And  death  attends  where  e'er  it  wounds  ; 
You  hear  nq  ccunfels,  cries  or  tears  \ 
So  the  deaf  adder  (lops  her  ears 

Againil:  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds. 

4  Break  out  theii  teeth,  eternal  God, 


PSALM    LX.  121 

Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood ; 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  dufl: : 
As  empty  chaff  when  whirlwinds  rife. 
Before  the  fweeping  tempeft  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loil. 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky ! 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die  ; 

As  hills  of  fnow  diffolve  and  run. 
Or  fnails  which  perifh  in  their  flime  ! 
Or  births  which  come  before  their  time. 

Vain  birth^  which  never  fee  the  fun  ! 

6  Thus  fhall  the  veng'ance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  who  here,  fhall  join  and  fay 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  v/ho  rules  on  high 
*'  A  God  who  hears  his  children  cry, 

•*  And  will  their  fuff 'rings  well  repay." 

PSALM    LX. 

On  a  day  of  humiliation  for  dijappoiniments  in 
war. 

1  T    ORD  haft  thou  caHiv^-^w^/^w^  off? 
Jlu     Muft  we  for  ever  mourn  ? 

Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  \vrath  ? 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine 
Melts  all  our  ftrength  away  ; 

Like  men  who  totter,  drunk  with  wine. 
We  tremble  in  difmay. 

3  New-England  fhakes  beneath  thy  ftroke^ 
And  dreads  thy  threat'ning  hand  ; 

O  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke, 
Reftore  the  trembling  land. 
L 


if2j  PSALM    LXL 

4  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  field. 
For  thofe  who  fear  thy  name  : 

Save  thy  beloved  v^^ith  thy  fhield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  ihame. 

5  Go  v^ith  our  armies  to  the  fight 
Like  a  confed'rate  God  : 

In  vain  confed'rate  powers  unite 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6-  Our  troops  fhall  gain  a  v^ride  renown   * 

By  thine  aflifting  hand  ; 
Tis  God  who  treads  the  mighty  down, 

And  makes  the  feeble  ftand. 

PSALM    LXL 

k  Safety  in  God, 

1  TX7HEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 

V  V       My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs,  and  faint  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  Rock 
That's  high  above  my  head  ! 

And  m.ake  the  covert  of  thy  wing$ 
My  ihelter  and  my  fhade. 

3  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 
For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 

Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence. 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4.  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

^Of  thofe  who  fe:ir  thy  name  ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  fiiali  poffefs  the  fame. 


PSALM    LXIL    LXIII.      123 

PSALM    LXIL 

No^  truji  in  the  creatures  ;  or,  faith  In  divine 
grace  andpozver. 

1  A/fY  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
IVX  My  only  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 

In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  flraits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truft  him  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways. 
Pour  out  your  hearts  "before  his  face  : 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufficient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree. 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increafmg  gold  your  fruft, 
Nor  fet  your  heart  on  glitt'ring  duft  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fm.dke. 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke. 

5  Once  has  his  awfulvoice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  hear'd, 
"  All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  ; 

**  He  muft  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too."      " 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 

Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  laft  reward. 

PSALM'  LXIII.  FlrJlPart .  CommonMetre . 

The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day. 
I    Tj^  ARLY,  my  G©d,  without  delay, 

-Hi     I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face  , 
My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 

Without  thy  chearing  grace. 


124  PSALM    LXIII. 

a  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand 

Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  ffream  at  hand. 

And  they  muft  drink,  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thypow'r 
Thro'  all  thy  temple  fhine  ; 

My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour. 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bleffings  of  a  feaft 
Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well. 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 
And  in  thy  prefencc  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  her  joys 
Can  my  bell  paffions  move. 

Or  raife  fo  high  my  chearful  voice 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  'till  my  laft  expiring  day, 
I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King  ; 

Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray. 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fmg. 

PSALM     LXIII.     Second  Part. 

Midnight  thoughts  recolleSied. 

I   '*"  I  ^  W  A  S  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

A       I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r  \ 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidft  the  darkeil  hour. 

a  My  flefh  lay  rcRing  on  my  bed. 

My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
My  God  !  my  Life  !  tny  Hope^  I  faid. 

Bring  thy  falvation  nigh. 

3  My  fpirit  labors  up  thine  hill. 
And  climbs  the  heav'nly'road  : 


PSALM    LXIII. 


125 


But  thy  right-hand  upholds  me  ftill. 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

4.  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The  fhadow  of  thy  wings  ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid. 

My  tongue  awakes,  and  fmgs. 

5  But  the  dsrtroyers  of  my  peace 
Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  : 

The  temper  fhall  for  ever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  be  flain. 

6  Thy  fword  Ihall  give  my  foes  to  death. 
And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 

In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth. 
Or  to  the  depths  of  hell. 

PSALM     LXIIL     Long  Metre. 

Longing  after  God    or,  the  love  of  God  better 
than  life, 

1  f^  REAT  Go  D,  indulge  my  humbVclaim^i 
\j  ThouartmyHope,myJoy,  myReft  j 

The  glories  which  compofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleil. 

2  Thou  GreatandGood,thoi3juft  and  Wife* 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 

And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties  ; 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands. 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look. 

As  travellers  in  thirity  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face  ; 
Oft  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 

L2 


ig^  PSALM    LXIII. 

And  felt  die  pow'r  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  nor  wines  which  tempt  our  tafte. 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  fenfes  know. 

Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 
Or  raife  my  chearfui  paflion  fo. 

6  My  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 
No  taftc  of  pleafure  could  afford  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove. 
If  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidfi  the  wakeful  hours  of  night. 
When  bufy  cares  aiflid  my  head. 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight. 
And  adds  refreihm.ent  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  111  raife  my  voice 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
Xhis  work  fhall  make  my  heart  rejoice. 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM     LXIII.     Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God, 

1  T^/fY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
JLVi  This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  i 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirfty,  fainting  foul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 

Not  travellers  in  defart  lands 
Can  pant  for  v/ater  more. 

3  "Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place, 

Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold. 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace.. 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 


PSA'X.M    JLXV.  itj 

No  relife  caii  afford ; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  tiiis, 
To  ferye  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands. 
And  praife  thee,  v/hile  I  live  j 

Not  all  the  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 
I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 

I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are. 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help. 
To  thee  my  fpirit  flies. 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  chearful  hope  relies. 

8  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  ! 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads. 
And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

PSALM  LXV.  Firji  Part,  Long  Metre^ 

Public  prayer  and  praife, 

1  ^  I  ^HE  praife  oi-Sion  waits  for  thee, 

JL  My  God  ^and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe. 
There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee. 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou  !  whofe  mercy  bends  the  ikies> 
To  fave  when  humble  fmners  pray. 

All  lands  to  thee  fnaii  lift  their  eyes, 
A.nd  iilands  of  the  Northern  fea. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fms  prevail. 
But  grace  ihall  purge  away  their  ftaia  ; 
The  blood  of  Chrii];  will  never  fail 


128  PSALM    LXV. 

To  wafh  my  garments  white  again. 

4.  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thou  (halt  chufe 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe. 
To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 
Pause. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Sion  prays  ; 
Babel  prepare  for  long  diftrefs. 
When  Sions  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  right 'oufnefs, 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  faints  requeil  ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
Plis  love,  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

^  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Sion's  hill  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  rifmg  and  the  fetting  fun 
Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM  LXV.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Divine  providence  In  air^  earth  and  Jea  ;  or, 
the  God  of  nature  and  grace. 

I  ^T^HE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

JL    The  groans  oiSion  mix'd  with  tears  ; 
Yet  y/hen  he  comes  with  kind  defigns. 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  ftiines. 

0,  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
J^ar  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends. 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known 
By  natures  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors  who  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God 
When  temperts  rage,  and  billows  roar. 
At  dreadful  didance  from  the  ihore. 


PSALM    LXV. 


129 


4  He  bids  the  noify  ttempeft  ceafe. 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace. 
When  a  tumult'ous  nation  raves. 
Wild  is  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  ftorm. 
He  fettles,  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand. 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  ftand. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky. 
New  comets  blaze,  and  lightnings  fly  ! 
The  Heathen  lands  with  fad  furprife. 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  Eafi,  and  leads  the  day  : 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  fFeJiem  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  m»in  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  Ihow'rs, 
Laden  with  fruit  and  dreft  in  flow'rs. 

9  'Tis  from  his  watry  (lores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

10  The  defart  grows  a  fruitful  field. 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield  ; 
The  vallies  fhout  with  chearful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 
The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array. 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb. 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

1 1  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  | 


X30  PSALM    LXV. 

O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fliine  ; 
Thro'  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God  !  thygoodnefs  crowns  the  year. 
PSALM  LXV.i^/ry?P«r/.  Common  Metre. 
A  prayer  hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called. 

1  TpRAISE  waits  in  Sion^  Lord,  for  thee, 
X       There  lliall  our  vows  be  paid  : 

Thou  haft  an  ear  when  finners  pray, 
Allflefh  fhall  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord  our  iniquities  prevail. 
But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine. 

And  thou  wilt  grant  us  paw'r  and  (kill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fm. 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  mea  whom  thou  fnalt  chufe 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 

Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefts. 
Thy  truth  and  terror  ihine, 

And  works  of  dreadful  right'oufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  fhall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 
The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  ; 

And  diftant  iHands  fly  to  thee,  * 

And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 
When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 

But  they  fhall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM     LXV.     Second  Part, 
The  providence  of  God y  in  air,  earth  and  fea  ; 

or,  "The  blejpng  of  rain, 
I  'TPI S  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  (land, 

JL      Gap  of  eternal  powV  ! 


PSALM    LXV.  i3r 

The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command. 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  The  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Succeilive  comforts  bring  ; 

Thy  plent'ous  fruits  make  harvefl  glad. 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring.  , 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours* 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 

When  clouds  diftil  their  fruitful  fhow'rs, 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  cifterns  in  the  fky, 
Borne  by  the  winds  around. 

With  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill. 
And  ranks  of  corn  appear  : 

Thy  ways  abound  with  bleflings  flill. 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM    LXV.     Third  Part, 

The  hkjjtng  of  the  fpring  ;  or,  God  gives  rain, 

A  Pfalm  for  the  hufbandman. 
I   /^.OOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 

vJC     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 

And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

a  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high. 

Pour  out  at  thy  command 
Their  wat'ry  bleflings  from  the  iky. 

To  chear  the  thiriiy  land. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  ; 
The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 


132  PSALM    LXVI. 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide 
Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs, 

The  meadows,  dreft  in  all  their  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow 'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with 'rain, 
Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 

The  parched  ground  looks  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  var'ous  monthsthy  goodnefs crowns  ; 
How  bount'ous  are  thy  ways  ? 

The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs 
And  fhepherd's  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM     LXVL      F'lrJiPart, 

Governing  ^ower  and  goodnefs  ;    or,  our  grace 
tried  hy  affiiBions. 

1  Q  I NG,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
O     Sing,  with  a  joyful  noife  \ 

With  melody  of  found,  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  pow'r  which  (hakes  the  fky, 
*'  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 

'*  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
**  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

[3  Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glor'ous  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Mofes'  hand  he  puts  his  rod. 

And  cleave  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry 
V/hile  IjVel  pafs'd  the  flood  ; 

There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy. 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rubs  by  his  refifllefs  might  : 


PSALM    LXVI.  133 

What  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight. 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  O  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe  \ 
Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 

He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuff'ring  fouls? 
To  make  our  graces  fhine  ; 

So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

8  Thro'  wat'ry  deeps  and  firy  ways, 
We  march  at  thy  command. 

Lead  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place, 
By  thine  unerring  band. 

PSALM     LXVL     Second  Part. 

•   Praife  to  God  for  hearing  prayer, 

1  TVTOW  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 
lAl      To  that  almighty  Pow'r 

Which  heard  the  long  requefts  I  made 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  chearful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 

Come,  ye  who  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done, 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 
I  fought  his  heav'nly  aid  : 

He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell. 

And  death's  eternal  fhade. 
4.  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart. 

While  |)ray'r  employ'd  my  tongue, 
M 


134  PSALM    LXVII. 

The  Lord  had  ihewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praif^s  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  bleft) 
Has  fet  my  fpirit  free  ; 

Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requcfl, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM     LXVIL 

The  nation  s  profperityy  and  the  churches  tncrtajt^ 

I    O  HINE,  mighty  GoD,  on  all  the  land 
O   With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  ; 

Reveal  thy  pow^'r  thro'  all  our  coafts, 
And  fhew  thy  fmili ng  face. 

[2  Amidft  our  States  exalted  high. 

Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 

And,  like  a  wall  of  guard'an  fire, 

Surround  the  fav'rite  land.] 

•*  • 

3  When  fhall  thy  name,  from  (hore  to  fliorc, 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
And  diilant  nations  know  and  love 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

4.  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  refcu'd  States^ 

Sing  loud  with  folemn  voice  ; 
While  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praife, 
And  grateful  hearts  rejoice. 

5'  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge, 

Who  fits  cnthron'd  above. 
Wifely  commands  the  worlds  he  made. 

In  juftice  and  in  love. 

6  Earth  (ball  obey  her  Maker's  vvill. 
And  yield  a  full  increafe  : 

Our  God  will  crown  this  chofen  clime. 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 


PSALM    LXVIII 


135 


7  God,  the  Redeemer,  fcatters  round 

His  choiceft  favors  heTe, 
While  the  creation's  utmoit  bound, 

Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM     LXVIIL     Flrji  Part. 
The  vengeance  and  compafjion  of  God, 
I   /^  OD  will  arife  in  all  his  might, 

vJT  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight, 
As  fmoke  which  fought  to  cloud  the  Ikies ^ 
Before  the  rifmg  tempeil  flies. 

\%  He  comes-  array'd  in  burning  flames  ; 
Juftice  and  veng'ance  arc  his,  names  : 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire 
Like  melting  wax  beiore  ths  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  iky  ; 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  ! 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  ; 
Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face  ! 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefi 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  Iharp  diflrefs  : 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  Judge  moft  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive^'s  heavy  chain. 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again  \ 
But  rebels  who  difpute  his  will 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftill. 
Pause. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  ; 
Plis  wond'rous  name  and  pow'rs  rehearfe  ; 
His  honors  fhall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  fhakes  the  heaven's  with  loud  alarms  ; 


136         PSALM    LXVIII. 

How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 
In  Ifrd  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifrel  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  bleft  ! 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  ; 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM    LXVIIL  Second  Part, 
Chriji's  afcenJioHf  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

1  T    ORD,  when  thou  didftafcend  on  high» 
J_j  Ten  thoufand  angels  fiU'd  the  fky  : 

Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait. 
Like  char'ots  to  attend  thy  ftate. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glor'ous,  when  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law. 
And  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell. 
When  the  rebeH'ous  pow'rs  of  hell. 
Which  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made. 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led  ! 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne. 
He  fent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM    LXVin.    Third  Fart. 
Praife  for  temporal  hleffings  ;  or,  common  and 

fpi ritual  mercies. 
\\\J^  blefs  the  Lord,  thejuft,  and  good, 
V  V  Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joyand  food 
Who  pours  his  bleffings  from  the  fkies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies* 


?SALM    LXIX.  137 

2  He  fends  the  fun  his  circuit  round 

To  chear  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plent'ous  rain 
Refrelh  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  j 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  ; 

He  heals  the  v/eak  and  guards  the  ftrong, 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  fmner  prove 
The  common  bleffirigs  of  his  love  ;. 
But  the  v/ide  difference  which  remains, 
Is  endlefs  joys,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  whobruis'd  the  ferpent's  head. 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  ihall  tread  ; 

The  flubborn  fmner's  hope  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lafting  wound. 

6  But  his  right-hand  his  faints  fhall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas. 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above  ; 
There  fhall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 
PSALM  LXIX.i^/r/P^r/.CommonMetre, 

The  Sufferings  of  Chriji  for  our  jalvatlon. 

1  *'  C  AVE  me,  O  God, the  f welling  floods 

O   **  Break  in  upon  my  foul  ! 
**  I  fmk,  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
**  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  **  I  cry,  'till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 
*'  In  tears  1  wafte  the  day  ; 

**  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes  1 
**  And  fiiorten  thy  delay. 

3  **  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 
**  And  jdill  their  number  grows 

M2 


138  PSALM    LXIX. 

**  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
**  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  **  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 
"  Which  men  could  never  pay, 

"*  And  gave  thofe  honors  to  thy  law, 
**  Which  fmners  took  away." 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Mefliah's  name, 
The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 

Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief. 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  **  Now  fhall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 
**  Salvation  in  my  name, 

''*  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
•*  Of  forrow,  pain  and  fhame. 

7  **  Grief  like  a  garment  cloth'd  me  round,. 
**  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 

•*,  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
•  5*  A  robe  of  ri2;ht'oufnefs. 

8  **  Amongfl  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 
**  I  like  a  (tranger  ftood, 

**  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
**  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  **  I  came  in  finful  mortal's  flead 
•*  To  do  my  Father's  will  : 

**  Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe, 
**  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

20  "  My  failing  and  my  holy  groans 
**  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong, 

"*  But  God,  from  hisceleft'al  throne 
**  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

II   *'  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep> 
**  Nor  let  my  foul  be  drovvn'd  j. 


PSALM    LXIX.  139 

«♦  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
**  On  well  eftablifh'd  ground. 

12  **  'Twas  in  a  mod  accepted  hour 

"  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
"  And  for  my  fake  my  God  fhall  hear 
**  The  dying  fmner's  cry." 
PSALM     LXIX.   Second  ParL 
The  pajjion  and  exaltation  ofChriJi, 

1  '^T  O  W  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear 
XN|    And  mournful  pleafure,  fing 

The  fuiF'rings  of  our  great  High-Prieft, 
The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  fmks  in  floods  of  deep  diflrefs  ! 
How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 

White  to  his  heav'niy  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpet'al  cries. 

3  **  Hear  me,  O  Lord  !  and  fave  thy  Son^ 
"  Nor  hide  thy  lliining  face  ; 

**  Why  fhould  thy  Fav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  **  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  Man 
**  Who  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 

**  While,  for  a  facrifice,  I  pour 
**  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  *'  They  tread  my  honor  to  the  duft, 
"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 

"  Their  fharp  infulting  ilanders  add 
*•  Frefh  anguifh  to  my  pain. 

6  "  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee^, 
"  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame  ; 

**  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
**  And  lies  defile  my  name. 


H^  PSALM    LXIX. 

7  **  I  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain  ; 

**  My  kindred  are  my  grief  j 
•*  I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 

*•  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

S  '*  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft, 

•'  They  give  me  gall  for  food  ^ 
••  And,  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 

"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  **  Shine  into  my  diftrefled  foul, 
**  Let  thy  com.palTion  fave  ; 

**  And,  though  my  flefh  fmk  down  to  death, 
**  .Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 

10  **  I  fhall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 
'•  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 

**  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God  ! 
**  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM    LXIX.     Third  Part, 

Chrlfi's  obedience  and  death  ;  -or,  God  ^krljied 

andjinnen  faved. 
I   T7*ATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace, 

X^    I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name  ; 
He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 

And  bore  the  fmner's  fhame, 

a  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high  ; 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfil  the  law  which  mortals  broke. 

And  finifh'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs 
Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 

Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found. 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  Ihall  his  humble  foirwers  fee^ 


PSALM    LXIX.  i4i 

And  {tt  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee. 
And  live  for  ever  bleft. 

5  Let  heav'n,  and  all  who  dwell  on  high. 
To  God  their  voices  raife. 

While  lands  and  feas  aflift  the  fky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praife, 

6  Sion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God, 
Thy  Son  fhall  blefs  her  gates  ; 

And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood. 
For  thine  own  I/r'el  waits. 

PSALM  LXIX.  Fir/  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Chrift's  pajjiofiy  andjifinersfalvation, 

I    T^  E  E  P  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 

xJ  The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  : 
Behold  the  rifmg  billows  roll 
To  overwhelm  his  right'ous  foul  ! 

1  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath  ; 
While  hofts  of  hell  and  pow'rs  of  death. 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 
To  execute  their  curft  defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Have  made  the  curfe  a  bleffing  prove  : 
Thofe  dreadful  fufF'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  fms  which  we  have  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honor  of  thy  la\v  reftor'd  : 

His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known. 
And  paid  for  follies,  not  his  own. 

5  O,  for  his  fake,  our  guilt  forgive. 
And  let  the  mourning  (inner  live  i 


142  PSALM    LXIX. 

The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name. 
Nor  fhall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  fhame. 

PSALM  LXIX.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Chrijl's  fiiffe rings  and  zeal. 
I   'npW  AS  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God, 

X    Thy  Son  fultain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach,  and  fore  difgrace. 
And  fhame  denl'd  his  facred  face. 
1  The  ycwsy  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  who  check'd  their  fm  ; 
While  he  fulfill'd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufc. 

[3  My  Father  s  houfe  (faid  he)  was  made. 
A  place  for  worjhipy  not  for  trade  : 
Then  fcatt'ring  all  their  gold  and  brafs. 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  fronl  the  place.} 

\&r  Xez\  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 
He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  His  friends  forfook,  his  foUVers  fled; 
While  foes  and  arms  fiirround  his  head  , 
They  curfe  him  with  a  ilandVous  tongue, 
The  Judge  unjuft  maintains  the  wrong. 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  ; 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
There  hung  the  man  «.  ho  dy'd  for  me  ! 

[7  Wretches,  with  hearts  as  hard  as  ftones, 
Infult  his  piety  and  groans  ; 
Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there, 
And  mock'd  his  third  with  vinegar. J 


Psalm  lxxi.        143 

8  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  who  hate  his  Son  : 
The  hand  which  rais'd  him  from  the  dead. 
Shall  pour  the  veng'ance  on  their  heads. 
PSALM  LXXL   FirJiParf. 

The  aged  faint' s  refleBion  and  hope. 
I   A /TY  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 

XVX  I  live  upon  thy  truth  : 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up. 

And  ftrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

1  My  flefh  was  fafhioh'd  by  thy  pow'r. 
With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  ; 

And,  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonder  feea 
Repeated  ev'ry  year  ; 

Behold,  my  days  which  yet  remain, 
I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Caft  me  not  off  when  flrength  declines. 
When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 

And  round  me  let  thy  glory  fhine, 
When  e'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age. 
When  men  review  my  days, 

They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
in  ev'ry  line,  ^\-j  praife, 

PSALM  LXXL   Second  Fart. 
Chrlft  ourjlrength  and  righteoujnejs. 
I   A/fY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 

JLVX  When  1  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thygrace  \ 


144  PSALM    LXXI. 

1  Thou  art  my  cverlafting  truft, 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ; 
And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  firft, 

I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  fhail  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celeft'al  road, 

And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength, 
To  fee  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  fore  diflrefs 
For  fome  furprifmg  fm, 

ril  plead  thy  perfeft  right'oufnefs. 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 
The  vidl'ries  of  my  King ! 

My  foul,  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell. 
Shall  thy  falvation  fing. 

[6  My  tongue  (hall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fhame. 

And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood.    • 

^  Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  pow 'rs ! 

With  this  delightful  fong, 
I'll  •'iitertain  the  darkeft  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long.] 

PSALM     LXXL     Third  Part 

The  aged  chrijiians  prayer  and  fong  ;    or,  old 
age^  deaths  atid  the  rejurrection. 

I    /^  OD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 
vJT     Thou  guide  of  all  my  days, 

I  have  declar'd  thy  heavenly  truth. 
And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 

1  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs^ 


PSALM    LXXIL  145 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  r 
Who  fhall  fuftain  my  fmking  years. 
If  God  my  ilrength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 
To  the  furviving  age, 

And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  1  fhall  quit  the  flage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 
Attend^  my  next  remove  ; 

O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 

Pause, 

5  Thy  right'oufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 
Unfearchable  thy  deeds  ; 

Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  {ky. 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar. 
And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 

But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore. 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  exper'ence  have  I  known 
Thy  fo  vreign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 

At  thy  command  I  venture  down 

Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  bury'd  deep  in  duft. 
My  flelh  fhall  bs  thy  care  ; 

Thefe  withering  limbs  with  thee  I  truil. 
To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

PSALM     LXXIL     FirJ}  Part. 

The  kingdcmofChrifr. 

("^  REAT  God,   whole  urn verfal  fway, 
IX  Ti}e  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
N 


146  PSALM    LXXII. 

Now  give  the  kingdom  to  tliy  Son  ; 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands. 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  j 
His  juftice  fhall  avenge  the  poor, 

And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  powr  he'll  vindicate  the juft. 
And  tread  oppreflbrs  in  the  duft  : 
His  worfhlp  and  his  fear  (hall  laft 
'Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  paft. 

4  As,  rail)  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  (hall  he  fend  his  influence  down  : 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftills. 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  Heathen  lands  which  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  over-fpreading  death. 
Revive  at  his  firft  dawning  light,    " 
And  deferts  blolTom  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fhall  flourifh  in  his  days, 
Dreft  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  : 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM     LXXIL      Second  Part. 

Ckriji' s  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

I     T  E  S  U  S  (hall  reign  where  e'er  the  fun 

J    Does  his  fucceilive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  ftretch  from  ihore  to  Ihore, 
'Till  moons  ihali  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

[2  Behold  !  the  illands.  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  bell  tribute  brings  : 
From  North  to  South  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  lus  f?.e^ 


PSALM    LXXIII. 


147 


3  There  Perfia^  glor'ous  to  behold. 
There  India  ihines  in  Eafisrn  gold  ; 
And  barb'rous  nations,  at  his  word, 
Submit  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.] 

4  For  this  {hall  endlefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  praifes  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name,  like  fweet  perfume,  fhall  rife 
With  ev'ry  morning  facrifice. 

5  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong  ; 
And  infant-voices  fhall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleflings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleflings  abound  where  e'er  he  reigns, 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  looie  his  chains  \ 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft. 

And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 

[7  Where  he  difplays  his  healing  pow'r, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more  ; 
In  him  the  tribes  oi  Adam  boaft 
More  bleflings  than  their  father  loft. 
8    Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen.'\ 
PSALM  LXXIIL  Firft  Part.   Common 

Metre. 
A ffli£ied faints  happy ^   and  prcfperous  Jlntiers 

curjed. 

1  '^JO^  I'"^  cenvinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
JL\|      To  m_en  of  heart  fmcere, 

Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd. 
And  border 'd  on  defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wielded;  thrive. 


148  PSALM     LXXIII. 

And  rpoke  with  angry  breath, 
*'  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
**  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  **  With  well-fed   flelh,  and  haughty  eyes 
*'  They  lay  their  fears  to  fleep  ; 

"  Againil  the  heav'ns  their  flanders  rife, 
**  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  *'  In  vain  1  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
"  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  ; 

**   For  1  am  chaften'd  all  the  day, 
*'  The  night  reaews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulged  complaints* 
1  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 

*'  Sure  I  (hall  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
**  And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 

6  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 
The  confli6l  too  feverc  ; 

'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  the  fecret  there. 

^  There,  as  in  feme  prophetic  glafs,, 

i  favv  the  fmner's  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place, 

Above  a  fi'ry  pit. 

8   I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boafl, 

^Till,  at  thy  frown,  he  fell  : 
His  honors  in  a  dream  were  loll. 

And  he  awoke  in  hell. 

g   Lord  what  an  en'vous  foo!  I  was ! 

How  like  a  thoughtiefs  bead,! 
T''iis  to  fufpe<^t  thy  promis'd  grace, 

And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 

10  Yet  I -was  kept  from  fell  d^fpair, 


PSALM    LXXIII.  149 

Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  : 
That  blelTed  hand  which  broke  the  fnare. 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM     LXXIiL      Second  Part. 
God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter. 

1  /^  O  D,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
VjT     My  help  for  ever  near, 

Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  fmking  in  defpair. 

2  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  feet 
Through  this  dark  wildernefs  ? 

Thine  hand  conducl  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
'"Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 

And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  w^ere  broke, 
And  flelh  and  heart  fhould  faint  ? 

God  is  my  foul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

5  Behold  the  fmners  who  remove' 
Far  from  thy  prefence,  die  \ 

Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love. 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee  my  God. 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  \ 

My  tongue  fhall  found  thy  works  abroad. 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 
PSALM     LXXIIL  '  Long  Metre. 

The  prcfperity  of  fmners  cu.rfed. 

1  T    ORD  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 

X-j  To  mourn  and  murmur  and  repine, 

N  2 


130  ^PSALM     LXXIil. 

To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride;  and  robes  of  honor  fliine  ! 

2  But  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  fanftuary  taught  me  fo  ; 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand, 
And  fi'ry  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again  : 

There  they  may  (land  with  haughty  eyes, 
*Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain.^ 

4  Their  fancy 'd  joys,  how  fall  they  flee  ! 
Juft  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes  ; 
Their  fongs  of  foftefl  harmony 

Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues, 

s;  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  v/ith  my  blood  : 
Lord,'  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God  ! 

"psalm     LXXIIL  Short  Metre. 

The  myjlery  of  providence  unfolded. 

I    QURE  there's  a  right'ous  God, 

kJ   Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Though  men.  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 

And  men  of  grace  complain. 

•1  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine. 
While  haughty  fools,,  with  fcornful  eye?  . 

In  robes  ti  honor  fhine. 

[3    Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 
Their  flefh  looks  full  and  fair  ; 

Their  v/ealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
Aad  grows  without  their  care. 


PSALM     LXXIV,       .     151 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 
Wxhich  pious  fouls  endure, 

Tiirough  all  their  life  oppreflion  reigns. 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  imp'ous  tongues  blafpheme 
The  everlafting  God  ; 

Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  name,  ^ 
And  fpreads  its  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I,  with  flowing  tears, 
Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  : 

^*  Is  there  a  God  who  fees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  Ikies  ?"] 

2  The  tumults  of  my  thoughts 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
'Till  to-  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 

To  learn  thy  jullice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r 
Did  my  miftakes  amend  ; 

I  view'd  the  fmners'  life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end.: 

9  On  v/hat  a  flipp'ry  fleep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  !' 
And  O  that  dreadful  firy  deep 
Whic.h  waits  their  fall  below  !: 

10  Lo^d,  at  thy  feet  I  bow  ; 
My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ; 

I  call  my  God  my  portion  now. 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

PSALM     LXXIV. 

^e  church  pleading  with  God  under. fore  per- 

Jecuhon. 
1  T  X  TILL  God  for  ever  call  us  ofF.^ 
W       His  wtath  for  ever  Imoke 


15^  PSALM    LXXIV. 

Againil  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chofen  flock? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 
With  their  Redeemer's  blood  ; 

Nor  let  thy  S'lon  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  rtood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hade, 
Aloud  our  ruin  calls  : 

See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  walte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang, 
Thy  foes  profanely  roar  ; 

Over  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ! 
They  tear  thy  buildings  down. 

And  he  who  deals  the  heav'eft  llroke, 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy, 
Thy  children  in  their  nefl  ; 

Comej  let  us  burn  at  once  (they  cry) 
The  temple  and  the  prleft. 

7  And  ftill  to  heighten  our  diftrcfs. 
Thy  pre  fence  is  withdrawn  ; 

Thy  wonted  figns  of  powV  and  grace. 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  woes. 
But  ail  the  feers  mourn  ; 

There's  not  a  foul  amongii  us  knows 
The  time  of  thy  return. 
Pa  u  s  e. 

9  How  long,'  eternal  God,  how  long, 


PSALM    LXXIV. 


iS3 


Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  I 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endiefs  fong. 
And  bear  immortal  fhame  ? 

10  Canft  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 
Thine  holy  name  profan-'d  ? 

And  dill  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ftill  withhold  thine  hand  ? 

1 1  What  ftrange  deliv'rance  hail  thou  ihown 
In  ages  long  before  ? 

And  now  no  other  God  we  own. 
No  other  God  adore. 

1 2  Thou  didd:  divide  the  raging  fea, 
By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 

To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 
And  then  (ecure  tbeir  flight. 

1 3  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine  ? 
The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 

Didft  not  thou  bid  the  morning  fhine. 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  r 

I  4  Hath  not  thy  powV  form'd  evVy  coail 

And  fet  the  earth  it's  bounds, 
With  fummer's  heat  and  v/inter's  frofi, 

In  their  perpet'al  rounds  ? 

15  And  fhall  the  fons  of  earth  and  duft, 
That  facred  pow'r  blafpheme  ? 

"Will  not  thy  hand  which  form'd  them  firft; 
Avenge  thy  injur'd  name  ? 

16  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  bait  made* 
And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 

Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade. 
And  vex  thy  mourning  dove, 

17  Our,  foes  would, triumph  in  our  blood. 


154  PSALM     LXXV, 

And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  ; 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  rell. 

PSALM     LXXV. 

Power  and  government  from  God  alone  ^ 

Applied  to  the  glorious  revolution  in  America, 

July  4.th,  1776. 

1  *^  I  ^  O  thee,  moft  hoiy>  and  moft  high, 

X  To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  hand  is  nigh, 
thy  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 

2  America  w^as  doom'd  a  flave, 

Her  frame  dilTolv'd,  her  fears  were  great , 
When  God  a  right'ous  council  gave. 
To  bear  the  pillars  of  the  ftate. 

3  They  from  thy  pow'r  receiv'd  their  own, 
And  fwear  to  rule  by  wholefome  laws  ; 
Thy  foot  (hall  tread  oppreflbrs  down, 
Thy  arm  defend  the  right'ous  caufe. 

4.  Let  haughty  fmners  fink  their  pride. 
Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head  : 
But  lay  their  foolifh  thoughts  afide. 
And  own  the  pow'rs  which  God  hath  made. 

5  Such  honors  never  come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow  \ 
'Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Xis  God  who  lays  another  low. 

6  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth 
Shall  chain  us  to  a  tyrant's  throne  ; 
God  the  great  Sov'reign  of  the  earth. 
Shall  crufh  ufurpers  with  his  frown. 

[7  His  hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  cup 


PSALM    LXXVI.  155 

Of  veng'ance,  mix'd  with  var'ous  plagues, 
And  makes  the  wicked  drink  them  up, 
Wring  out,  and  tafte  the  bitter  dregs, 

8  Now  fhall  the  Lord  exalt  the  juft. 
And  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud, 
And  lays  their  glory  in  the  duft. 
Our  lips  fhall  fmg  his  praife  aloud.] 

psAlm*  lxxvl 

Ifraelfaved,  and  the  Affyrians  dejiroyed  ;  or, 
God's  vengeance  againjt  his  enemies  proceeds 
from  his  church. 

1  TN  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  ; 
jL  His  name  in  Ifrel  great  ; 

In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne. 
And  Stan  was  his  feat. 

2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 
His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  ; 

There  he  receiv'd  their  juft  complaints, 
Againft  their  haugnty  foes. 

3  From  Sion  went  his  dreadful  word 
And  broke  the  threat'ning  fpear, 

The  bow,  the  arrows  and  the  fword. 
And  crufh'd  th'  Ajfyran  w;ar. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 
But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 

The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glor'ous  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Sions\  King  who  flopt  the  breath 
Of  captains  and  their  bands  ; 

The  men  of  might  ilept  fad  in  death, 
And  never  found  their  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 


156  PSALM     LXXVII. 

\ 

Both  horfe  and  char'ot  fell  : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ? 
Thy  veng'ance,  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  pow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  fight 
When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 

Then  heav'nfhines  round  with  dreadful  light; 
While  earth  lies  ftiil  and  fears.' 

8  When  God,  in  his  own  fov 'reign  ways 
Comes  down  to  fave  th'  oppreft,  '^ 

The  wrath  of  man  fliall  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

[9  Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring, 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  : 
His  terror  ihakes  the  proudeft  king, 

And  cuts  an  army  down. 

I  o  The  thunder  of  his  (harp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  foes  Ihall  feel  ; 
For  Jacoh\  God  hath  not  forfook. 

But  dwells  in  ^/V«  ftill.] 

PSALM    LXXVIL    Flrft  Part. 

Melancholy  ajjaultmgy  and  hope  prevailing. 

I   np'O  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 

X     I  fought  his  gracious  ear. 
In  the  fad  day,  when  troubles  rofe. 
And  hird  the  night  with  fear. 

a  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights. 

My  foul  refus'd  relief  ; 
I  thought  on  God  the  juft  and  wife. 

But  thoughts  inc^eas'd  my  grief. 
3  Still  1  .conjplain'd  and  frill  oppreft, 

My  heart  bcgaci  to  break  ; 
My  Q-:>i},  thy  wrath  forbad  my  reft. 


PSALM    LXXVII.  157 

And  kept  mine  eyes  awake  ! 

4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew 
'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  j 

Then  I  v/ithin  myfelf  withdrew. 
And  call'd  thy  judgements  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times, 
Wh^n  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 

My  fpdrit  fearch'd  for  ffecret  crimes 
Which  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  1  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind 
Which  I  enjoy 'd  before  ; 

And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ? 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  caft  me  off ; 
His  promife  ever  fail  ? 

Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought. 
This  dark  defpairing  frame 

Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought  ; 
Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er  ; 

Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  fiefh  could  help  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwells  with  juftice  on  the  throne, 
And  men  who  love  thy  word 

Have  in  thy  fanduary  known 
The  CGunfels  of  the  ^>ord. 

O 


158         PSALM     LXXVII. 

PSALM    LXXVn.    Second  Part. 

Comfort  derived  from  anctent  providences  ;  or, 
Ifrael  delivered  from  Egypt  j  and  brought  to 
Canaan. 

1  "  T  TOW  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  r" 

jLJl     (May  thy  ^wn  children  fay) 
*'  The  great,  the  wife,   the  dreadful  GoD  ! 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  ! 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  above  ; 

I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 

3  Long  did  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 
With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 

Long  he  delay 'd  to  hear  their  cry. 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft.  , 

4  The  fons  of  good  old  Jacob  feem'd 
Abandon'd  to  their  foes  : 

But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation'  which  he  chofe. 

5  Ifrel  his  people  and  his  fheep, 

Muft  follow  where  he  calls  ; 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  deep, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God  ! 
The  waters  faw  thee  come  ! 

Backward  they  fled  and  frighted  Rood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  tljv  journey  through  the  fca, 
Thy  footileps,  Lord,  unknown  ! 

Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 
Which  brings  thy  mercy  down. 


PSALM    LXXVIII.  159 

[8  Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 
Thro'  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 

All  heav'n  in  lightning  fhone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  ihook. 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  {ky  were  hurl'd  I 

How  glor'ous  is  the  Lord  1 
Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 

And  humbled  faints  ador'd. 

I  o  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock  ; 
•     And  fafe  by  Mofes'  hand 
Thro'  a  dry  defart  led  his  flock 
Home  to  the  promis'd  land.] 

PSALM     LXXVIIL     Firfi  Part. 

Providences  of  God  recorded  ;  or,  pious  educa- 
tion and  inJiruSiion  of  children, 

1  T     E  T  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
X-i     Which  God  perform'd  of  old  ; 

Which  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  knov/n, 
His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  : 

And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Thro'  ev'ry  rifmg  race. 

3  Our  lips  fhall  tell  them  to  our  fons, 
And  they  again  to  theirs, 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  fhall  they  learn,  in  God  a'one 
Their  hope  fecurely  ftands, 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works. 
But  praflice  his  commands , 


i6o  PSALM    LXXVIII. 

PSALM     LXXVIIL     Second  Part. 

IfraeVs  rebellion  and  punijhment ;    or,  the  fins 
and  chajiifements  of  God's  people. 

1  ^^  What  a  ftifFrebell'ous  houfe 
V-/     Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  \  ' 

Falfe  to  their  own  mod  folemn  vows, 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love. 
And  did  his  laws  defpife, 

Forgot  the  w'orks  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 
From  his  revenging  hand  : 

What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  llubborn  land  ! 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea. 
And  march'd  in  fafety  through, 

With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
'Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wondVous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 
Compos'd  of  ihade  and  light  ; 

By  day  it  prov'd  a  fhelt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  third  fupply'd  ; 
The  gufhing  waters  fell  ; 

And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
A  conftant  miracle  ! 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  moft  high. 
And  dar'd  diftrufl  his  hand  ; 

Can  he  with  bread  our  h of  f apply, 
.    Amidf  this  dejert  land  ^ 

2  The  Lord,  with  indignation  heard. 


PSALM    LXXVIIL  i6i 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  ; 
His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  hi«s  name. 

PSALM   LXXVIIL  Third  Part, 

The  punijhment  of  luxury  and  intemperance  / 

or,  chajiijement  and Jalvation. 

r   '\  X  7  ^EN  U^'^^  ^^"^>  ^^  ^or^  reproves, 
V  V     And  fills  their  hearts  with  dread. 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves, 
And  fends  them  heav'nly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ralhand 
And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 

He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  proviilon  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  fhow  r. 
Lay  thick  around  their  i^tX.  \ 

The  corn  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure. 
As  tho'  'twere  angels  meat, 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid, 
"  Manna  is  all  our  feaft, 

^*  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  bread  \ 
*♦  We  muft  have  tiefh  to.  tafte." 

5  ^^  Te  jh all  have  flejh  to  plea je  ymr  luji^'* 
The  Lord,  in  wrath  reply  "d  ; 

And  fent  them  quails  like  fand  or  duii, 
Heap'd  up  from  fide  to  fide, 

6  He  gave  them  al^  their  own  defire  \ 
And  greedy  as  they  fed, 

His  veng'ance  burnt  with  feciet  fire, 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  fome  "were  (lain,  the  reil  retUFiiM, 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears^; 

*     ■  C  z 


262         PSAXM    LXXVfll. 

Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd. 
But  foon  Sorgot  their  fears. 

8  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  ftill  forgave, 

'Till  by  his  gracious  hand 
The  nation  he  refolv'd-  to  fave 

Poffefs'd  the  promis'd  land. 

PSALM     LXXVIil.    Fourth  Bart. 

BackJIiding   and  fo-rgivenefs  ;  m^fm  punljhedt 
and  faints  J aved. 

1  /^  REAT  God,  how  oft  did //rW prove, 
V_T  By  turns,  thine  anger  and  thy  \q\q  > 

There,  in  a  glafs,  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  yezvs  forgot 
The  dreadful  wonders  God  had^wrought! 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 

Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  paiir, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A.ted'ous  march,  through  unknown  w-ays, 
Wore  out  their  ftrength  and  fpent  their  days. 
4-  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  ilain, 
They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again  ; 
Call'd  him  the  rock  of  their  abode, 

Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife 
As  flatt'ring  words  or  folemn  lies, 
W^ile  their  rebeH'ous  tempers  prove 
Fme  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  didhis  'fdvVeign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  not  deferv'd  to  live  ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd. 


FSALM    LXXX,  1^3 

Or  elfe  with  gcntk  flame  it  burn'd. 
7  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frail. 
He  faw  temptation  ilill  prevail : 
The  God  of  Mr  ham  lov'd  them  flill, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM     LXXX. 

77>e  church's  prayer  under  affliSfion  ;  or,  the 
vineyard  of  God  wajied. 

1  r^  RE  AT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael! 
VJT  Who  did'it  between  the  cherubs  dwell  ^ 

And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 
Safe  thro'  the  defart  and  the  deep. 

2  Thy  church  h  in  the  defart  now  ; 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  through^ 
Turn  us  .to  thee,  thy  love  reilore, 

We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more ! 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hoils  obey^ 
How  long  ftiall  we  lament  and  pray  ? 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  fhall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  I 

4.  Inftead  of  wine  and  chearful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore  ; 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more  ! 

Pause     I. 

5  Hafl  thou  not  planted,  with  thine  hands^ 
A  lovely  vine  in  Heathen  lands  ? 

Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  groui^  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoot  \ 
And  |^f§  the  nations  with  the  fruit  ? 
But  i^r,  de^r 'L.otd,  look  down  and  fee. 


i64  ?SALM    LXXXI. 

Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree  ! 

2  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
Straagers  and  foes  againft  her  join  ; 
And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine  ! 

8  Return,  almighty  God,  return  ; 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn- ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore  : 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more  ! 

Pause.    II. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  griew. 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ! 
Attack 'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

'Till  the  fair  Branch  of  Promife  rofe. 

ID  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  fhoot 
From  David's  ftock,  from  Jacobs  root, 
Himfelf  a  noble  vine,  and  we 
The  leffer  branches  of  the  tree. 
1 1   'Tis  thy  own  Son  !  and  he  ftiall  ftand, 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength,  at  thy  right-hand  : 
Thy  firft-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  bleft 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 
I2r  O  !  for  his  fake,  attend  our  cry  ; 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  ftiall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more  ! 

PSALM    LXXXI. 

Thf  warnings  of  God  to  his  people  ;  or,  fpirit- 

^  uai  hiejjings  and  punifhments. 
I    Q  1  N  G  to  the  Lord  aloud, 

O   And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour-God, 

Let  ifr^ad  bear  his  voij;^^ 


PSALM    LXXXIL  165 

2  **  From  vile  idolatry 

•'  Preferve  my  worihip  clean  ; 
"  I  am  the  Lord  who  fet  thee  free 
**  From  flavery  and  fm. 

3  **  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well  ; 
**  But  if  you  will  refufe  your  GoD, 
"  If  7/^V/ will  rebel  ; 

4  **  rU  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord[, 
*•  To  their  own  lufts  a  prey, 

"And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road  ; 
**  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  •*  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  faints 

"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  \ 
*'  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
**  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While  I  deftroy'd  their  foes, 
"I'd  richly  feed  my  flock, 

"  And  they  fhould  tafte  the  0  ream  which  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  rock." 

PSALM  LXXXII. 

God  the  fupreme  Governor  ;  or,  magijiraie^ 

warned. 
I     A   MONG  th' aiTemblies  of  the  great, 

-ZjL  A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat, 
The  God  of  heav'n,  as  Judge,  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways, 
a  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  \ 
Or  why  fupport  th'  unright'ous  caufs  ?- 
When  will  you  once  defend  the  poor. 
That  fmners  vex  the  faints  no  more  r 
3  They  know  not,  Lbrd,  Ackr  will  they  know. 


i66         PSALM    LXXXIIL 

Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain. 
For  they  fhall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Poflefs  his  uniycrfal  thone, 
And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM    LXXXIIL 

A  complaint  agahiji.perjecutors, 

1  AND  will   the  God  of  grace 
jljL     Perpet'al  filence  keep  ? 

The  God  of  juftice  holds  his  peace, 
And  let  his  veng'ance  fleep  ? 

2  Behold,  v/hat  curfed  fnares. 
The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  ! 

The  men  who  hate  thy  faints  and  tliec 
Lift  up  their  threatening  head. 

3  Againft  thy  hidden  ones 
Their  counfels  they  employ, 

And  malice  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 

4  The  noble  and  the  bafd 
Into  thy  paftufes  leap  : 

The  lion  and  the  (lupid  afs 
Confpire  to  vex  thy  fheep. 

5  •*  Come,  let  us  join,  they  cry, 

*'  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
"  'Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
**  Nor  mem'ry  fliall  be  found." 

6  Almighty  God  awakes, 
And  calls  his  wrath  to  mind  ; 

Gives  them  like  forefts  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubble  to  the  wii'id. 


PSALM  axXXIV,  169 

7  Convince  their  madnefs.  Lord,' 
And  make  them  feek  thy  name  ; 

Or  elfe  their  ftuhborn  rage  confound. 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 

8  Then  fhall  the  nations  know- 
That  glorious  dreadful  word, 

Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM     LXXXIV.     Firjl  Part. 

The  pleafure  of  public  worfJjip. 

I    T  TOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair,  , 

jn  O  Lord  of  hefts,  thydwelli'ngs  are! 
^  With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints. 

7,  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  King  !  wily  fhould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  The  fparrow  choofes  where  to  reft. 
And  for  her  young  provides  a  neft  ; 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want ! 

4  Eleft  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy   throne  of  majefty  \ 
Thy  brighteft  glories  fhine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Bled  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays. 
And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife, 

6  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Skns  g'>ite.j     ' 


i68  PSALM    LXXXIV. 

God  is  their  ftrength  ^  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Chearful  the'y  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
'Till  all  fhall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length  ; 
'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear. 
And  join  in.  nobler  worfhip  there. 
PSALM     LXXXIV.     Second  Part, 
God  and  his  church  ;  or,  grace  and  glory. 

1  /^  RE  AT  God  attend,  while  Zion  lings 
VJTThe  joy  which   from  thy  pre  fence 

To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth  [fprings, 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace ! 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r. 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  Sun,  he  makes  our  day ! 
God  is  our  lliield !  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  aifaults  of  hell  and  fm. 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftoW", 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King  !  whofe  fov'reigii  fway» 
The  glorious  holts  of  heav'n  obey, 

And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee  ; 
Bleft  is  the  man  who  trufts  in  thee. 

PSALM     LXXXi  V.     Paraphrafed. 

Delight  in  ordinafices  of  worfhip ;  or,  Godprefent 

in  his  churches. 
I    AyfY  foul,  liovv^  lovely  is  the  place 
iVi  To  which  thy  Gon  refoftg  f 


PSALM    LXXXIV.  169 

'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 
Tho'  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  fkies 
His  faving  pow'r  difplays. 

And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 
Defcends  and  fills  the  place. 

While  Chrifr  reveal  s  his  v/ond'rous  love, 
Asd  iheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,   thy  words  declare 
The  fecrets  of  thy  will  ; 

Still  we  will  feek  thy  mercy  there, 

And  fmg  thy  praifes  ftilh  ^ 

Pause. 

5  My  heart  and  flelli  cry  out  for  thee. 
While  far  from  thine  abode, 

When  (hall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 
And  fufFers  no  remove  ; 

O  make  me  like  the  fparrow  blefi:, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love ! 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine,  eye, 
And  hear  thy  gracious  voice,  ' 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threfiiold  I  would  wait. 

While  Jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of   ftate. 
Or  live  in  tents  of  un  1 

9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  i^tad, 

P 


170  PSALM    LXXXIV. 

And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
For  one  bitft  hour  at  thy  right-hand, 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

PSALM  LXXXIV. 

Longing  for  the  houfe.  of  God. 

1  T    ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
JLi  How  pleafant  and  how  fair 

The  dwellings  of  thy  love. 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode 

My  heart  afpires, 

With  warm  defires. 

To  fee  my  God. 

2  The  fparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft  : 
And  wand 'ring  fv/allov/s  long 
To  find  their  \^^onted  reft  ; 

My  fpint  faints 
With  equal  zeal, 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  faints. 

3  O  happy  fouls  who  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear 
O  happy  men  who  pay 
Their  conftant  fervice  there  ! 

They  praife  thee  ilill  ; 
And  happy  they 
Who  love  the  way 
1^0  Sion^  hiil. 

4  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength 
Thro,  this  dark  vale  of  tcars» 

'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Till  i^ach  inhcav'n  appears  : 
O  glor'ous  feat. 


PSALM    LXXXV.  171 

When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither,  bring 
Our  wiiiijQg  feet, 

P   A    U    S    £, 

5  To  Cp^nd  one  facf ed  day» 
Where  Goo  and  tumn  abidg» 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thoufand  dayi  bt fide  ; 
Where  Goo  relorts 
1  love  it  mor§ 
To  keep  the  door 
Than  mine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  Ihield, 
Our  light  and  our  defgnce  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fdVdf 
W^  draw  our  bleffings  thence  : 

He  fhall  beftow 
On  ya€6b'%  rae© 
Fecui  ar  grace 
And  glory  too. 

7  Tha  Lord  hi§  oeople  loves  \ 
Hig  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls  : 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hofts, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts 
Alona  in  thee. 

PSALM    LXXXV.  Firfl  Pari, 

Waiting  for  an  anjwir  to  prayer  ;  or,  ddiver* 
ance  legan  and  computed, 

I T    ORD  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind^ 
3^  Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  / 


172  PSALM    LXXXV. 

So  God  forgave  when  Ifrel  finn'd, 

And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free. 
And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate  \ 
Nov/  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvation  be  complete^ 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  v/ill  fay  ; 
He'll  fpeak,  and  give  his  people  peace  ; 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 

Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 

PSALM    LXXXV.    Second  Part, 

Salvation  by  Chriji. 

I    O  ALVATION  isforevernigh 

O  The  fouls  who  fear  ard  truft  the  Lord  ; 
And  grace  defcending  from  on  high 
Frefh  hopes  of  glory  fnail  afford. 

1  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 
SinceChrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n! 
By  his  cbed'ence  fo  complete, 
Juftice  is  plcas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  fhall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And  he.av'nly  iniTence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  right'oufnefs  is  gone  before. 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  \ 

Our  wand'ring  feet  fliall  ftray  no  more. 
But  mark  his  fteps,  and  keep  the  road. 


PSALM  LXXXVI.     LXXXVIL  173 

PSALM  LXXXVL 

.  A  general  Jong  of-praije  to  God, 

1  A   MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
£\.  There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  ; 

Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made,  fhall  bring 
Their  ofF'rings  round  thy  throne  : 

For  thou  alone  doft  wond"rous  things. 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet  ; 

Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways. 
And  my  poor  fcatter'd  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  fong 
Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 

How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 
Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM    ZJTXXVIL 

The  church  the  birth-place  of  the  fair.ts  ;  or, 
Jews  cifGentiles  united  in  the  chrijlian  church. 

I    f~^  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

^3"  Foundations  for  his  heavn'ly  praife  \ 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacoh  well. 
But  fcili  in  Hon  loves  to  dwell. 

1  His  mercy  viiits  every  houfe 
"V/hich  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  Hay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  w^ere  defcrib'd  of  old  I 
Wn£t  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  \ 
Thou  city  of  our  .God  belov/, 
P  2 


174.  PSALM    LXXXIX. 

Thy  fame  fhall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know.' 

Ar  Egypt  and  Tyre^  and  Greek  and  y^w. 
Shall  there  begin  thdr  lives  anew  : 
Angels  and  men  fhall  join  to  fing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  lad  account 

Of  natives,  in  his  holy  mount, 

'Till  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  or  nourifh'd  there. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.      Firfi  Part. 

The  covenant  made  with  Chriji  ;  or,  the  true 
David. 

1  T70R  ever  fhall  my  fong  record 

Jj    The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  : 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  (land 
Like  heav'n,  eflabliln'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son,  he  fware,  and  faid, 
"  With  thee  my  cov'nant  firft  is  made, 
**  In  thee  fhall  dying  finners  live, 

"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Priefl  ; 
•*  Thy  children  lliali  be  ever  bleft  ; 

**  Thou  art  my  chofen  Kmg  ;  thy  throne 
'*  Shall  rtand  eternal  like  my  own. 

4  **  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
•*  So  much  mv  image  or  my  love  : 

«*  Celefl'al  pow'rs  thy  fubjeifis  are, 

«^  Then  what  can  earth  with  thee  compare  -^ 

5  **  David,  my  fervant  whom  1  chofe 

*'  To  guard  my  fiock,  to  erufh  my  foes,       ' 
'*  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
**  Was  but  a  iLadow  of  my  Son,." 


PSALM    LXXXIX. 


575 


6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fmg^ 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  ! 
Angeis  his  heav'niy  wonders  ftiow  ! 
And  faints  declare  his  works  heloY/  I  ■ 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  FirJiPart.  Com.  Met. 

The  fait hfulnefs  of  God. 

1  A/f  Y  never-ceafmg  fongs  fhall  fhow 
JLVX  The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 

And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  % 

And,  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th*  eternal  grace  is  fure, 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 
The  prom's'd  jewifo  throne  ! 

But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  This  feed  for, ever  ihall  poiTefs   . 
The  throne  above  the  fkies  ;. 

The  meaneft  fubjefl  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  ^lorv  rife,      ' 

5  Lord  God  of  Hofts,  thy  wond'ious  ways 
Are  fung  by  faints  above. 

And  faints  on  earth  their  honors  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.  Second  Part, 

The  power  and  majejty  of  God  ;  or,  reverential 

worfhip. 
I   T  X  7ITH  reverence  let  the  faints  appear^ 

V  V       And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  heai> 
'    ■  r -  '  ■  " 


176  PSALM    LXXXIX. 

And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  ; 
How  bright  thine  armies  fhine  ! 

Where  is  the  pow'r  which  vies  with  thee  ? 
Or  truth  compar'd  to  thine  ? 

3  The  Northern  pole  and  Southern  reft 
On  thy  fiipporting  hand  ; 

Darknefs  and  day  from  Eajl  to  fVeJl 
Move  round  at  th^  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  Vv'inds  controul. 
And  rule  the  boift'rous  deep  ! 

Thou  mak'ft  the  flecping  billows  roll. 
The  rolling  billows  ilecp. 

5  Heav'n,  earth  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine 
And  the  dark  world  of  hell  ; 

Hovv^  did  thine  arm  m  veng'ance  fhine 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel  ! 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne  ; 
Yet  \VotidVo\is  is  thy  grace  ; 

While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.  Third  Part, 

A  hkjjed  gofpel. 
I    "O  LEST  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know 
"    -13  The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ; 
Peace  fhall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
And  light  their  fteps  furround  ^ 

1  Their  joy  ihali  bear  their  fpirits  up, 
Thro*  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 

His  right'oufnefs  exalts  their  hope,. 
Ncr  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lordj  cur  glory  and  defence. 


PSALM     LXXXIX.  177, 

Strength  and  falvatlon  gives  : 
I:'rel,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives  ! 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  Fourth  Part, 

Chrijl's  mediatorial  kingdom  ;  or,   his  divine 
and  human  nature, 

HEAR  That  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
And  made  his  mercy  known  : 
"  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
**  On  my  almighty  Son." 

2  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 
Among  your  mortal  race  ! 

His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erfiows. 
The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 

3  High  ihall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 
My  people's  better  King  ; 

My  arm  fliall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
And  dill  new  fubje^ls  bring. 

4.  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way. 

With  mercy  by  his  fide  ; 
While,  in  my  name,  thro'  earth  and  fea. 

He  (hall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 
He  fhall  for  ever  own  ; 

Call  me  his  Rock,  his  high  abode, 
And  111  fupport  my  Son. 

6  My  firft-born  Son  array'd  in  gr^ce, 

At  my  right-hand  fnall  fit  ;- 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place. 
And  monarchs,  at  his  feet. 

y  My  covenant  ftands  for  ever  fafl. 
My  promifes  are  (Irong  ; 


i7«  PSALM    LXXXIX. 

Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  fhall  lafl, 
His  Teed  endure  as  long. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.    Fifth  Part. 
The  covenant  of  grace  unchangeable  ;  or,  affiU- 

.     tion  without  reject  ion  * 
I  "VT^ET  (faith  the  Lord)  If  David' %  race^ 

X    The -children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace, 
Aad  tempt  mine  anger  down, 

a  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod,. 

And  make  their  folly  fmart  \ 
But  rU  not  ceafe  to  be  their  GoD, 

Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 
But  keep  m.y  grace  in  mind  \ 

And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  fliall  bind, 

4  Once  have  I  fworn  (I  need  no  more) 
And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 

To  feal  the  facred  promife  furc 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rife, 
And  fpri  a<l  from  fea  to  fea  ; 

Long  as  he  travels  round  the  ikies 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  which  rules  the  night, 
His  kingdom  ihall  endure  ; 

*Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  iiiade  and  light 
Shall  be  cbferv'd  no  more. 

PSALM     LXXXLX.     Sixth  Part. 

Mortality  and  hope. 

A  Funeral  Pfalm. 

I    T>  EMEMBER,Lord^ouriTiortal(latc, 

JlVHow  frail  our  life,  how  fhort  the  date! 


PSALM   LXXXIX 


179 


Where  is  the  man  who  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flejfh  and  fenfe  repine  and  cry. 

' '  Muft  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ? 
*'  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 
Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  dud  i 
But  faith  forbids  thefs  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  flecping  dud  arife. 

4.  That  glor'ous  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word ! 
Awake  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.     LaftPart. 
Life,  death,  and  the  refurreSikn. 

1  ''  I  ^HINK,  mighty  God,  on  feebleman; 

X  How  few  his  hours!  how  fhorthis  fpan^ 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  ! 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 

With  fkill  to  fly,  or  pov/'r  to  fave  ? 

2  Lord,  fliall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 

**  The  race  of  man  was  only  ^lade 

**  For  ficknefs,  forrov/,  and  the  duft?^* 
Are  not  thy  fervants,  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft } 

3  Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'sly  crown  ? 

But  flefh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair : 
For  ever  bieiTed  be  the  Lord  < 


i8o  TSALM    XC, 

That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 
And  hnd  a  refurredlion  there. 

4  For  ever  blelTed  be  the  Lord  I 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  -° 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 

And  each  repeat  a  loud  Amen. 

PSALM     XC.     Long  Metre. 

jMan  fncrfal^  and  God  eternal, 
A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 

1  '^  I  ^HRO'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

X    Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne,  e'er  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth,  thy  humble  footftool,  laid. 

2  Long  hadil  thou  reign"d  e'er  time  began. 
Or  duit  was  faihion'd  to  a  man  ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  lliall  be  no  more, 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die  ; 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  was  juft. 
Return^  yefinners,  to  your  dujl. 

^4  A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
Like  yefterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  lafl  v/atch  ot  ending  night.] 
Pa   u  s  e. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
Svveeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a. dream  •, 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  fiow  'r  : 
Cut  down  and  wither 'd  in  an  hour. 


PSALM    XC.  i8i 

f  6  Our  age  to  fev'nty  years  is  fet ; 
How  fhort  the  term  !  how  frail  the  ftate ! 
And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 
We  rather. figh  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  O  !  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expelled  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  : 

We  fear  that  pow'r  which  ftrikes  us  dead.] 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ! 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  fpan, 
'Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM    XC.  Firfi  Part.  Com.  Met. 
Man  frail  and  God  eternal. 

I   /^  U  R  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
V>r      Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 

Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft. 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

■2  Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure ; 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood. 
Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 

From  everlaiting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fatne. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flefli  to  duft^, 
Return,  ye  Jons  of  men  ; 

A.li  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firil, 

And  turn  to  earth  again. 
■5,  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 
Are  like  an  ev'ninsc  gone  ; 


i8z  PSALM    XC. 

Short  as  -the  watch  which  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  fun. 

[6  The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carry 'd  downwards  by  the  flood, 

And  loft  in  foU'wing  years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever-roUifig  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

$  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  ftand, 
Pleas'dwith  the  morning  light ; 

The  fiow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand, 
Lie  with'ring  e'er  'tis  night.] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ! 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft. 

And  our  eternal  home. 

PSALM     XC.     Second  Part, 

Infirmities  and  morality  the  effeB  of  Jin  ;    or, 
life,  old  age,  and  preparation  for  death. 

1  T    ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
JL-i     And  juftice  grow  fevere. 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dull  \ 
By  one  offence  to  thee, 

Adam,  with  all  his  fons,  have  loll: 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement,  flies, 


A  fable  or  a 


foncf 


to  1 


By  fv/i ft  degrees  our  nature  dies, 


PSALM    XC.  183 

Nor  can  our  joys  be  long, 
4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  yfears  and  ten  ; 
And  P.11  beyond  that  fhort  account 

Is  Torre w,  toil  and  paia.   • 
[5  Our  vitais,  with  labor  ous  ftrife, 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load  : 
And  drag  thofe  poor  remains  of  life 

Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love. 
And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 

0  let  our  fweet  exper'ence  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne  !  ^^ 

Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 
T'improve  the  hours  we  have  \ 

That  we  may  a<5l  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM     XC.     Third  Part. 

Breathing  after  heaven. 

1  11  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  ! 
X\-     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  ; 

How  long  fhall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful-  years, 
Let  fm  and  forrow  ceafe  ; 

Let  mercy  wipe  away  our  tears. 
And  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  ihow, 
Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 

Then  (hall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  fhall  we  fhine  before  thy  throne 


?84         PSALM    XC,     X.CL 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  ; 
And  the  poor  fcrvice  we  have  done. 
Meet  undeferv'd  reward. 

PSALM     XC.    Short  Metre. 
The  frailty  and Jhortnejs  of  life, 

1  T    ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
J_j     Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 

Our  life,  liow  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
Which  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas  !   the  brittle  clay 
Which  built  our  body  firft  ! 

And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day 
'Tis  mouid'ring  back  to  duft. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace. 
Nor  will  our  minutes  itay  ; 

Jiift  like  a  flood,  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  mufl  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  flght  ; 

We"ir  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way. 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  foocer  o'er 
This  life's  tempcif'ous  fea  ; 

Soon-  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  fhore 
Of  bleit  eternity* 

PSALM     XCI.      FlrftPart. 

Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers.  • 

1  T_TE   who  hath  made  his  refuge,  GoD: 
X~l   Shall  find  a  moll:  fecure  abode  ; 

Shall  w.^lk  all  day  beneath  his  fhade, 
And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,  *'My  God,  thy  pow'r 


F-SALM    XCL  185 

"  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  ray/tow'r  ; 

•*  I  who  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft, 

**  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare  ! 
Satan,  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  henr-prote6ls  her  brood 

(From  birds  of  prey  which  feek  their  blood) 
Under  her  feathers,  fo  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftlleatial  fire, 

God  is  their  life  :  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhieid  them  with  an  healthful  iliade. 

6  If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath. 
Rife  tliick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
IJrel  is  fafe  :  the  poifon'd  air 
GrovYS  pure,  if  IJ^'eVs  God  be  there. 

Pause. 

7  What  the'  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide  ! 
At  thy  right-hand  ten  thoufand  dy'd  ! 
Thy  God  his  Q!rio{Q.n  people  faves 
A.mong  the  dead,  amldit  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 

To  make  his  wrath  in  Egyj)t  known. 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Pafs'd  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague  or  fword. 
Receive  commiflion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft., 
TheiT  very  pains  and  deaths  are  bieft,. 


iU  PSALM    XCL 

10  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  fire^ 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  bed  defirs  ; 
From  fins  and  forrow  fet  thenfi  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

PSALM    XCL    Second  Part. 

ProteBionfrom  death,  guard  of  angels ^  vi6icry 

and  deliverance. 

1  "^T'E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

X       Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare. 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place,, 
And  try,  and  trull  his  care. 

2  No  ill  ihall  enter  where  you  dwell  ; 
Or,  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 

aAnd  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  his  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep    , 
Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  ; 

To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep. 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  fhall  bear  you,  left  you  fall 
And  dafh  againft  the  ftones  ; 

Are  they  not  fervants,  at  his  call. 
And  fent  t'  attend  his, fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread  ; 
The  tempter^s  wiles  defeat  ; 

He  who  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  head. 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet -their  love, 
**  V\\  fave  them  (faith  the  Lord) 

'*   ni  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
"  Dcftru6lion  and  the  fword. 

7  *  *  My  grace  Hiallanfwier  .whan  .they  call  ? 


PSALM    XCIL  187 

"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
"  My  pow'r  fhall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Thofe  who  on  earth  my  name  have  known 
**  I'll    honor   them   in  heav'n  ; 

**  There  my  falvation  fhall  be  fhown, 
*'  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n. 

PSALM    XCIL    Firp  Part. 

A  Pfalmfor  the  Lord's  Day. 

1  Q  WEETisthey/ork,myGoD,my  King! 
O  To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  fmg" ; 

To  fhev/  thy  love  by  morning  light. 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night  I 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft  ;  ' 
No  mortal  cares  fhall  feize  my  breaft  ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found. 
Like  Da-vid's  harp  of  folemn  found  ! 

3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  fhine  \ 
Kow  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  ! 

4.  Fools  never  raile  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live  !  like  brutes  they  die  1 
Like  grafs  they  iiourifli,  'till  thy  breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlallmg  death  ! 

5  But  I  fhall  fhare  a  glo'rous  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  hearty 
And  frefh  fupplles  of  joy  are  fhed, 

Like  holy  oil,  to  chear  my  head.  - 

6  Sin  (my  worft  enemy  before) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ,. 
My  inward  foes  fhall  all  be  ilain, 
Her  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 


i88    PSALM    XCII.    XCIii. 

7  Then  fhall  I  fee,  and  hear  and  know* 
Alii  de'iir'd,  or  wifh'd  below  ; 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM    XCIL   'Second  Pari: 
The  Church  is  the  garden- of  God. 

I    T    ORD,  'tis  a  pleafaht  thing  to  ftand 
X-^   In  gardens ^  planted  by  thine  hand  : 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  Cedar,  frefh  and  green. 
1  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love,, 
Bleft  with  thy  infl'ence  from  above  \ 
Not  Lebanon y  with  all  its  trees, 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live  : 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  muft  thrive) 
Time,  which  doth  all  things-  elfe  impair. 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  ftrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  (hew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  true  : 
None  who  attend  his  gates  fhall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM    XCIIL   ift  Metre. 

The  eternal  and  fovereign  God. 

1  TEHOVAH  reigns  ;  he  dwells  In  light ; 
^/   Girded  with  majefty  and  might  : 

The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  firft  foundation  ftands. 

2  But  e'er  this  fpacious  world  was  made* 
Or  had  its  firft  foundations  laid. 

Thy  tlnone  eternal  ages  ftood, 
Thy  feif  tli€  ever-iivinrr  God. 


PSALM    XCIir.  189 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  (kies  ; 
Vain  floods,  which  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  For  ever  fhall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promife  ftands  for  ever  fure, 
And  everiafting  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwelling  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM    XCIIL  2d  Metre. 
i^  I  ^HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns !  he  reigns  on 
X  [high  ; 

His  robes  of  ftate  are  (Irength  and  majefty  ; 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command  ; 
Builtby  his  word,  and  'ilablifh'dby  his  hand  : 
Long  (iood  his  throne,  e'er  he  began  creation. 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation* 

2  God  is  th'  eternal  King  :  thy  foes  in  vain, 
Raife  their  rebell'on  to  confound  thy  reign 
In  vain  the  (torms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife,  t 
And  roar  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  fkies  ; 
Foaming  at  heav'n,  they  rage  with  wild  com« 

[motion. 
But  heav'n's  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling 

ocean. 

3  Ye  tempefts  rage  no  more !  yc  floods  be  ftiil  • 
And  the  mad  world  fubmiflive  to  his  will  * 
Built  on  his  truth,  his  church  muft  ever  ftand  * 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  * 
See  his  own  fons,when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  foot-ftool,  and  v/iih  fear  adore  him  1 

PSALM   XCIIL  3d  Metre. 
I   ''  I  ^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
JL     And  royal  ftate  maintains. 


1^0  PSALM    XCIV. 

His  head  with  awful  glories  crownJ  ; 

Array 'd  in  robes  cf  light, 

Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefly  uroiind. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 
The  world  fecurely  ftandii  ; 

And  fkies  and  flars  obey  thy  word  ; 

Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high, 

Before  the  flarry  iky- ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord  ! 

3  In  vain  the  noify  crow'd, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  ; 

In  vain,  with  angry  fpite, 

The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  dafli  like  waves  againft  the  fliore.-- 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage. 
And  ail  their  pow'rs  engage. 

Let  fweiling  tides  aUault  the  fky  ; 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madne^  down  ; 

Thy  throne  for  ever  ftands  on  high. 

c;  Thy  promifes  are  true. 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 
There  fix'd,  thy  church  (hall  ne'er  remove  j 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlafting  love. 

PSALM    XCIV.   Ftrji  Part. 

Saints  chajiljed,  andfinners  dejlroyed  ;  or,  In- 
Jiru^ive  affiSfions. 

I   'TPHE  God  to  whom  revenge  belongs 
X     Proclaims  his  wrath  aloud  ; 


PSALM    XCIV,  191 

His  iov 'reign  pow'rs  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
His  juilice  fmites  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears  ; 
When  will  the  fools  be  wife  ? 

Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  imp'ous  thoughts  are  vain, 
And  they  fhall  feel  his  pow'r  ; 

His  wrath  fhall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain, 
In  fome  furprifing  hour. 

4  But  when  thy  faints  defer\^e  rebuke, 
Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  ; 

Thy  providences  and  thy  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife. 
And  to  his  duty  draw  : 

Thy  feourges  make  thy  children  wife. 
When  they  forget  tiiy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints, 
Nor  his  own  promife  break  ; 

He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  P.edeemer's  fake. 

PSALM    XCI V.     Sumd  Part. 

God  our  fupport  and  comfort  ;  or,  dtl'iverance 
from  ■  tempt aiton  and perfemtion . 

1  T  A  T^HO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 

V  V        Againft  my  num'rous  foes, 
V/hile  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe  \ 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 
Suiiain'd  my  fainting  head, 

My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 


192  PSALM    XCV. 

3  AlaSf  n^  Jliding  feet  !  I  cry'd, 
Thy  promife  was  my  prop  ; 

Thy  grace  flood  conftant  by  my  fide, 
Thy  fpirit  bore  me  up. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 
Within  my  bofom  roll, 

Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 
And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 

But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  (kies  ; 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud  ; 
Let  bold  blafphemers  IcofF ; 

The  Lord  our  God  will  judge  the  proud. 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 

PSALM  XCV.   Common  Metre. 

A  Pfalm  before  Prayer. 

1  Q  I  N  G  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
O  And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ^ 

Whea  his  falvation  is  our  theme. 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  feat. 
And  pfalms  of  honor  fmg  ; 

The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know 
How  mean  their  natures  feem, 

Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 
When  once  compared  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 
Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  j 


PSALM    XCV.  193 

He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep. 
And  where  the  hills  muft  ftand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls,  adore, 
Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 

0  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 

6  Now  is  the  time  !  he  bends  his  ear  ; 
And  waits  for  your  requeft  ; 

Come,  left  he  rouze  his  wrath  and  fwear 
"  Ye  Ihall  not  fee  my  reft." 

PSALM     XCV.     Short  Metre. 

J  Pfalm  before  Sermon. 

1  /^  O  M  E  found  his  praife  abroad  ; 
V^     And  hymns  of  glory  fmg  ; 

Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 

The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own  . 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne  ; 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 

We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  4 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4.  To  day  attend  his  voice  ; 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice^ 

And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5   But,  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard  like  ftubborn  yews. 

That  imbelieving  race. 
R 


194  PSALM    XCV. 

6  The  Lord,  in  venge'nce  dreft, 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 

**  You  who  defpis'd  my  promis'd  reft, 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

PSALM     XCV.     Long  Metre. 

Canaan  loft  through  unbelief;    or,  a  warning 
to  delaying ftnners, 

1  /^OME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
V-^*  A  fac red  fong  of  folemn  praife  : 

God  is  a  fov'reign  King  :  rehearfe 
His  honors  in  exalted  verfe. 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word  c 
He  is  our  fhepherd  ;  we  the  (heep 

His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day. 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey  ; 

Nor  kt  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  fms  and  plagues  which  IJrel  knew. 

4  IfreU  who  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 

Who  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "How  falfe  theyprove! 
*'  Forget  my  pow'r,  abufe  my  love  ; 

*^  Since  they  dcfpife  my  reft,  I  fwear 
^*  Their  feet  ihail  never  enter  there." 

[6  Look  bacTc,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread. 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ! 
Attend  the  offer "d  grace  to-day, 
Nor  loib  the  bleiljng  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  pi'omife,  while  it  waits, 


PSALM    XCVL  195 

And  march  to  Zions  heav'nly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  tafte  the  promis'd  reft  ; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  bleft.  ] 

PSALM    XCVL  Common  Metre, 
Chrift's  firji  andjecond  cQmtng<* 

1  QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  didant  lands, 
O  Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  ; 

His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 

His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuflains. 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
Joy  thro'  the  earth  be  feen  ; 

Let  cities  fhine  in  bright  array. 
And  fields  in  chearful  green. 

4  Let  an  unufiial  joy  furprife 
The  iflands  of  the  fea  : 

Ye  m.ountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  !  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 
The  nations  as  their  God, 

To  fhew  the  world  his  right'oufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  fhall  raife  the  dead, 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 

How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee  their  Judge  appear  r 

PSALM    XCVL 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles y 
I    T    ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife 
JL^  To  fmg  the  choiceft  pfalm  of  praife. 


196  PSALM    XCVII. 

To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  fhow, 

And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim^ 

1  Th»  heatheng  know  thy  glory.  Lord  ; 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word  ; 

Thefe  defarts  have  Jehovah  known  ; 
Our  worfhip  fhall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made. 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky. 
He  made  the  fhining  worlds  on  high, 

1^-  And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  light ; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright! 
His  temple,  how  divinely  fair! 

4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glor'ous  hour ! 
When  earth  fhall  feel  his  faving  pow'r. 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  (hall  the  race  of  man  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs. 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM     XCVn.     FirJiPart. 

Chrijl  reigning  in  heaven^  and  coming  to  judg- 

Ment, 
iT  T  E  reigns;  theLord,the  Saviour  reigns; 

XJL  Praife  him  in  evangelic  ibains  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  iilands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  furround, 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 


PSALM    XCVII.  197 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  !  he  comes  ; 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs « 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fir«. 

The  mountains  melt  the  feas  retire  ! 

4  His  enemies  with  fore  difmay 

Flee  from  the  fight,  and  fhun  the  day  : 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high, 
And  jQng,  for  your  redemption's  nigh  I 

PSALM    XCVIL     Second  Part. 
Chrifl's  incarnation. 

1  '^l  '^HE  Lord  is  come,  theheav'ns  proclaim 

X  His  birth ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  ; 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 
Of  Eajiern  fages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  fkies. 
Go,  worlhip  where  the  Saviour  lies  ; 
Angels  and  kings  hefore  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground. 
And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  : 
But  yudah  fhout,  but  Si  on  fmg. 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  King. 

PSALM    XCVIL     Third  Fart. 
Grace  and  Glory, 

1  T~^H'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

A     O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  iky  : 
Tho'  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet. 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy- feat. 

2  O  ye  who  love  his  holy  name. 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fm  and  fhame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends. 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

R  2 


198  PSALM    XCVII. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown,. 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ^ 
Thofe  glor'ous  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  right'ous,  and  record 
The  facred  honors  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  foul  who  feel§  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

PSALM  XCVn.  Common  Metre. 

Chriji^s  incarnation^  and  the  laft  judgment . 

1  ^VT'E  iilands  of  the  Northern  fea, 

i     Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
His  tvord,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way. 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  prcfence  finks  the  proudeft  hills. 
And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 

The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles. 
The  haughty  fmner  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim  ; 
The  idol  gods  around 

Fill  their  own  worfhippers  with  {hame. 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4.  Adoring  angels,  at  his  birth. 

Made  the  Redeemer  known  ; 
Thus  fhall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth. 

And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  fhall  tremble  at  his  fight. 
And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 

His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fowa 
For  faints  in  darknefs  here. 


PSALM     XCVIIL  199 

Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown. 
And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 

PSALM    XCVIIL    FirftParU 

Praife  for  the  gojpel. 

1  T^O  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 

X     New  honors  be  addreft  : 
His  great  falvation  fhines  abroad. 
And  makes  the  nations  bleft. 

2  He  fpake  the  ward  to  Ahram  firft. 
His  truth  fulfils  his  grace  ; 

The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  trufl. 
And  learn  his  right'oufnefs. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim     ' 
With  all  her  diff'rent  tongues  ; 

And  fpread  the  honors  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs, 

PSALM    XCVIIL  Second  Part.   ' 
The  MeJJlah's  coming  and  kingdom. 

1  TOY  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  come  } 
J    Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 

Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room. 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fmg. 

2  Joy  tQ  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  f 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 

While  fields  and  floods , rocks ,  hills  and  plains^ 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fms  and  farrows  grovr. 
Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 

He  comes  to  make  his  bleflings  flow. 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 
And  majkes  the  nations  prove 


200  PSALM    XCIX. 

The  glories  of  his  right'oufnefs. 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM    XCIX.  Firji  Part, 

Ch rift's  kingdom  and  majefty, 

1  ^  I  ^HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

JL     Let  all  the  nations  fear, 
Let  finners  tremble  "at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  ftand, 
Svi^ift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne. 
His  honors  are  divine  ; 

His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known  j 
For  there  his  glories  fhine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
Hov/  terrible  his  praife  ! 

Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgments  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 
PSALM    XCIX  Second  Fart, 
A  holy  God  worjhipped  with  reverence, 

1  T?  XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
XIj  And  worfhip  at  his  feet  ; 

His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  Ifr'eJ  v/as  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  prieft. 

When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Sam' el  pray'd. 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their, fins. 
Nor  would  dedrov  their  race  j 


P  S  A  L  M    C.  201 

And  oft  he  made  his  veng'ance  known 

When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 
4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  fame  ; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 

And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM    C.    Firft  Metre. 
A  plain  tranfiation. 

Fra'ije  to  our  Creator. 

1  "VTE  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 

X  Before  the  Lord,  your  fov 'reign  King ; 
Serve  him  with  chearful  heart  and  voice. 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fmg. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  tis  he  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  fheep  v/hich  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  v/ith  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair. 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ. 
To  pay  your  thankful  honors  there. 

4-  The  Lord  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  \ 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  fhall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM     C.     Second  Metre. 

A  Paraphrafe. 

1  C  ING  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  ; 
O    Let  ev'ry  land  his  name  adore  ; 

America  fhall  fend  the  noife 
Acrofs  the  ocean  to  the  fhore. 

2  Nations  attend  before  his  throne 


202  PSALM    CI. 

With  folemn  fear,  with  facred  joy^ 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone : 
He  can  create,  and  he  deflroy. 

3  His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay  and  form'd  us  men  : 
And  when,  like  wand'ring  fheep,  we  flray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

4.  V/e  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lafting  honors  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

5  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

6  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  j 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  ftand, 

When  rolling  years  Ihall  ceafe  to  move. 

PSALM    CL    Long  Metre. 
The  magljirate  s  pjalm. 
I   A  yTERC Y  and  judgment  are  my  fong  ! 
l.VJLA»d  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  right'ous  King, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  1  bring. 

a  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 
I'll  take  my  counfels  from  thy  word  ; 
Thy  jullice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  aflions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  ; 
No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwelt  with  me 


P  S  A  L  M  *  CI.  203 

Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 
4.  No  fons  of  flander,  rage  and  ftrife 
Shall  be  #ompan'ons  of  my  life  ^ 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride. 
Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 
[5  I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  juil 
To  pofts  of  honor,  wealth  and  trufl  ; 
The  men  who  work  thy  holy  will, 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  ililL] 

6  In  vain  (hall  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies  ; 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
The  bold  offender  Ihan't  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  imp'ous  crew,  that  fadlious  band. 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  ; 
And  all  who  break  tjie  public  reft. 
Where  I  have  power,  fhall  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM    CI.    Common  Metre, 

A  pf aim  for  a  mcfter  of  a  family, 

1  /^F  juftice  and  of  grace  I  (ing, 
V>/  And  pay  my  God  my  vows  ; 

Let  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 

2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  rapair. 
And  make  thy  fervant  wife  ; 

To  fuifer  nothing  near  me  there 
Which  lliall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  who  doth  his  neighbor  wrong, 
By  falfhood  or  by  force, 

The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  thruil  them  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft. 


104  PSALM    ClI. 

And  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 
Thefe  are  the  fxiends  whom  I  fhall  truft. 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch  who  deals  in  fly  deceit, 
I'll  not  endure  a  night  : 

The  liar's  tongue  I'll  ever  hate. 
And  banifh  from  my  fight. 

6  I'll  purge  my  family  around. 
And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 

So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM     CII.     FirJiPart. 

A  prayer  for  the  affliSled. 

1  TT  EAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
XjL     But  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 

Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace. 
To  hear,  when  fmners  cry  ? 

2  My  days  are  wafted,  like  the  fmoak, 
DifTolving  in  the  air  ; 

My  ftrength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  brokc^ 
And  fmking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  with'ring  grafs, 
Burnt  with  excefTive  heat  : 

In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs. 
And  I  forget  to  eat, 

4  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top, 
The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 

Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 
Where  beafts  of  midnight  howd  ; 

There  the  fad  raven  finds  her  plaoc. 


PSALM     CII.  265 

And  there  the  fcreaming  owl. 
6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft  : 
While  fharp  reproaches  wound  my  cars, 

Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft, 
y  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes. 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
My  daily  bread  like  afhes  grows 

Unpleafant  to  my  taile. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 
To  fouls  who  feel  thy  frown  ; 

Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  ad  vane 'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 

9  My  locks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear  ; 
And  life's  declining  light 

Grows  faint  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are, 
Which  vanilh  into  night. 

1  o  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  {hall  know  thy  name. 
And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

1 1   Thou  wilt  arife  and  fhew  thy  face. 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace. 

That  long  expected  day. 

2  2  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knov/s  their  cry^ 

And  by  myfter'ous  ways. 
Redeems  the  prisoners  doom'd  to  die. 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 

PSALM     CIL      Second  Part. 

Prayer  heard ^  and  Zion  rejiored. 
I    T     ETZ/s a;  and  her  Sons  rejoice, 
X-rf     Behold  the  promis'd  hour  I 
S 


ito6  PSALM    ClI. 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  dull  and  ruins  which  remain 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 

Thofe  ruins  fhall  be  built  again. 
And  all  that  duft  fhall  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  JeruJaJem, 
And  (land  in  glory  there  ; 

Nations  fhall  bow  before  his  name. 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4.  He  fits  a  Sov'reign  on  his  throne. 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 

And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death  \ 
And  when  his  faints  complain, 

It  flian't  be  faid  **  that  praying  breath 
**  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record. 

That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  truft  and  praife  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CIL.    Third  Part. 

Mai2S  morfjJify,    and   Chrifi's  eternity :    or, 
Saints  dicy  but  Chrift  and  the  Church  live. 

I    TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

JL  Weakens  our  Itrength  amidfl  the  race  \ 
Dlfeafe  and  death,  at  his  command, 
Arrefl  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

1  Spare  us,  O  Lord !  aloud  we  pray^ 
Nor  let  our  fun  ^o  down  at  noon  j 
Thy  years  arc  one  eternal  day. 


PSALM  cn. 


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And  muft  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet,  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief. 
This  thought  our  forrow  fhall  aiuiage  : 
*'  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

**  Chrift  is  the  fame  thro'  ev'ry  age," 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 

This  earth  grows  old,  thefeheav'n's  (hall  fsde, 
xA.nd  all  be  chang'd  at  thy  command. 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  iky. 
Like  garments,  fhall  be  laid  afide : 

But  ftill  thy  throne  ftands  firm  and  high  ; 
Thy  church  for  ever  mull  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  fhall  live. 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign : 
This  dying  world  fhall  they  furvive. 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM  Cin.  FirflPart,  Long  Metre, 

Buffing  God  for  hh  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body. 

1  ]Q  LESS,  O  my  foul !  the  living  God  ; 
X)  Call  home  thy  tho'ts  which  rove  a^rpa^; 

Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join, 
In  work  and  v/orfhip  fo  divine. 

2  Blefs,  O  my  foul !  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favors  claim  thy  higheft  praife. 
Why  fhould  the  w^onders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lofl  in  filence  and  forgot  ? 

3  Tis  he,  my  foul,  who  fent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  ; 
He  owns  the  ranfom  and  forgives 

The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Th&  vices  qI  the  mind  hs  heals, 


2o8  PSALM   CIIL 

And  cures  the  pains  which  nature  feels, 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wafting  life  from  threat'ning  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decayed  his  pow'r  repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
He  fatisfies  our  mouths  with  good, 
And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th*  oppreflfor  and  th'  oppreft. 
And  often  gives  the  fufr'rers  reft  ; 

But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 
In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

[7  His  pow'r  he  ftiew'd  by  Mofes'  hands. 
And  gave  to  Ij'rel  his  commands  ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations,  by  his  Son. 

^  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  confefs. 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  fliall  join 
In  work  and  vvorftiip  fo  divine.] 

PSALM     Cin.      Second  Part, 

God's  gentle  chajltjement ;  or,  his  tender  mercy 
to  his  -people. 

I^THhe  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  ! 
JL.    How  firm  his  truth!  howlargehisgrace! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne. 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  fo  high  his  pow'r  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 

As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  rifmg 'morning  from  the  IVeJl, 


PSALM    cm.  209 

As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  flowly  doth  his  w^rath  arife  t 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  : 
And,  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  compaflion  fhines  ; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins. 
And  while  his  rod  correfts  his  faints. 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  : 
The  children  weejp  beneath  the  frrurty 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

Pause. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  jufl, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dull  ; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  which  he  beftov/s. 

8  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Blafted  by  ev'ry  wind  which  flies  : 
Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 
As  morning  flow'rs  which  fade  at  noon, 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,  and  fhall  endure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  fhall  reign. 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

PSALM  CIIL  Firft  Fart,  Short  Metre. 

Praife  for  Jpiritual  and  tem-poral  mercies . . 

I   ^^  Blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul !      ^ 

\J     Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefe  his  namCa 
Sa 


aio  PSALM     GUI. 

Whofe  favors  are  divine. 

2  O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  ! 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs. 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fms, 
'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

'Tis  he  who  heals  thy  fickneffes. 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 

He  who  redeem'd  my  foul  from  heli 
Hath  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 
He  gives  the  fuff 'rers  reft  ; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th'  oppreft. 

6  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mojes  known  ; 

Eut  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM     CIH.     Second  Part, 

Ahounding  compajjion  of  God;  or,  mercy  in  the 
Ttddji  of  judgment. 

1  \ /TY  foul,  repeat  his  praife 

XVX     Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great  j  ' 
Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife. 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide  ; 
And  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt. 

His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes. 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 


FSALM    cm.  2ii 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread. 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  pow'r  Tub  dues  our  fms  ; 
And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  Eajl  is  from  the  Wefl^ 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove, 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  who  fear  his  name. 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 
Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath  \ 

His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind. 
Can  fend  us  fwifi  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs. 
Or  like  the  morning  llow'r  ; 

If  one  (harp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field,' 
It  withers  in  aa  hour. 

8  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  ot  promife  fure. 

PSALM     cm.     Third  Pari, 

Go£s  unlverfal  dominion;  or,  angels praife  the 
Lord, 

1  nnHE  Lord,  the  fav'reign  King, 

X      Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high  ; 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules. 

And  all  beneath  the  Iky. 
2^  Ye  angels,,  great  i}i  might. 


21^  ?SalM  civ. 

And  iwiit  to  do  his  will. 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  you  beaf, 
Whofe  pleafurc  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works 
Thro'  his  vaft  kingdom  (hew 

Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
Shalt  fing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM    CIV. 

The  glcry  of  God  in  creation  and  providence. 

1  A /fY  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  ^ 
JLVJL   When,  cloth'd  in  his  celeft'al  rays, 

Ke  in  full  majefty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

No<>»  This  pf aim  may  be  Jung  to  St.  Hellen's 
tune  by  adding  the  foUoiving  lines  to  each 
Jlanzdi  viz. 

Great  is  the  Lord,  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honor  to  his  name  ; 
(otherwijeit  maybejungto  anyLongMetrttuneJ 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed. 
Clouds  are  his  char'ot,  when  he  flies 

On  winged  llorms  a-crofs  the  fkies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires. 
His  miniflers  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And,  fwift  as  thought,  their  armies  move. 
To  btar  his  veng'arice  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's' foundations  by  his  hand' 


PSALM    CIV.  213 

Are  pois'd,  and  Hiall  for  ever  ftand  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  (liould  drown  the  world  again. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  ftood, 
He  thunder 'd  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound. 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
Yet  thence  contey'd  by  fecret  veins. 
They  rpring  on  hills,  and  drencli  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  cryftal  fountains  flow  ; 
And  cheer  the  vallies  as  they  go  ; 
Tame  heifers  there  their  thirft  allay, 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  alTes  bray. 

8  From  pleafant  trees  which  fhade  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  : 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife. 

And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 
Pause     I. 

9  God,  from  his  cloudy  ciftern,  pours 
On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fhow'rs  j 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 

A  thoufand  joyful  blellings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  gralTy  food  arife. 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man  of  var'ous  pow'r, 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure. 

1 1  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yfelds  a  fhining  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
With  inward  joy  our  faces  fliine. 

12  O  blefs  his  name,  ye  nations  fed 


214  PSALM    CIV, 

With  nature's  jchieffupporter,  bread  : 
While  bread  your  vital  ftrength  imparts. 
Serve  him  with  vigor  in  your  hearts. 
Pause     II. 

1 3  Behold  the  ftately  cedar  (lands, 
Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his  hands  ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  (heltcr  fly, 
And  build  their  nefts  fecure  on  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat  ; 
And  at  the  airy  mountains  foot, 

The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell, 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  ; 
And  v/hen  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beafts  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And,  roaring,  alk  their  meat  from  GoD  j 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arifc. 
The  favage  beaft  to  covert  flies. 

1 7  Then  man  to  daily  labor  goes  : 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  . 
Sleep^s  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wailing  grief. 

1 8  How  ih  ange  thy  works!  how  great  thy  fkill ! 
And  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  : 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee. 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fiili  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  v/ond  Tous  motions  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  fhips  divide  their  wat'ry  vwiy. 


PSALM     CIV.  215 

And  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  play  ; 
There  dwells  the  huge  Leviathan, 
And  foams  and  fports  in  fpite  of  man. 

Pause     IIL 

21   Vafl:  are  thy  works,  almlghiy  Lord  ! 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftand 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

0.2  While  each  receives  his  diff'rent  food. 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  :  . 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms. 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  diff'rent  forms. 

23  But  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn. 
And  dying,  to  their  duft  return  ; 

Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  refign  ; 
Life,  breath  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  can'ft  breathe  on  dufl  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  ; 

A  word  of  thy  creating  breath,  ^ 

Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might. 
Are  honor'd  with  his  own  delight  : 
How  awful  are  his  glor'ous  ways  ! 

The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

26  The  easth  ftands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke. 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  to  fo^'reign  grace, 

17  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet  : 
Thy  praifes  fliall  my  breath  employ, 
*TA\  it  expires  in  endlefs  joy. 


2i6  PSALM      CV. 

28  While  haughty  finners  die  accurfl,  "^ 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heavenly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fmg. 

PSALM     CV.     Abridged. 

God's  condu^  to\{x2it\,  t^  the  plagues  ^Egypt. 

I  /^^  IvE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
VjT     And  tell  the  world  his  grace  : 

Sound  thro*  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame. 
That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

a  His  covenant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num*rous  ages  paft, 
To  numerous  ages  yet  behind. 

In  equal  force  fhall  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Ahr'am  and  his  feed. 
And  made  the  blefiing  fure  ; 

Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read. 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  **  Thy  feed  fhall  make  all  nations  bleft, 
(Said  the  almighty  voice) 

**  And  Canaan's  land  fhall  be  their  reft, 
**  The  type  of  heavenly  joys.** 

[5  Hov/  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace  ! 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  llrangers  in  the  place, 

A  little  feeble  band  ! 

6  Like  pilgrims  thro*  the  countries  round, 
Securely  they  remov'd, 

And  haughty  kings  who  on  them  frown'd. 
Severely  he  reprov*d. 

7  ^*  Toiich  mine  anointed,  and  my  arm 
**  Shall  foon  revenge  the  v/rong  ; 


PSALM   CV.  217 

'*  The  man  who  does  my  prophets  harm, 
**  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong." 

8  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 

lff*el  muji  live  thro*  evry  age. 
And  he  th*  Almighty* s  care J\ 

P    A    U    S    E       I. 

9  Wfien  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 
And  thus  provoked  their  God  ; 

Mofes  was  fent  at  their  complaints, 
Arm*d  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

I  o  He  call'd  for  darknefs  \  darknefs  came, 

Like  an  overwhelming  flood  ; 
He  turned  each  lake  and  eyfry  ftream. 
To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 

I I  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 
Thro*  the  whole  country  fpread  \ 

And  frogs  in  croaking  armies  rife 
About  the  monarches  bed. 

12  ThroV  fields  and  towns,  and  palaces. 
The  tenfold  vengeance  flew  ; 

Locufts  in  fwarms  devoured  their  trees. 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew  ; 

13  Then  by  an  angePs  midnight  ftroke 
The  flow*r  of  Egypt  dy'd. 

The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  was  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage. 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 

Ifr*el  mujl  live  thro*  ev*ry  age, 
AfiU  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

p  A  u  s  E   n. 

1 5Thus  were^he  tribes  frombondagebrought 
T 


2'iS  PSALM    CVI. 

And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
Each  fome  Egyptian  fpoils  had  got, 
And  not  one  feeble  found. 

1 6  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
And  marked  their  journies  right  ; 

Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fi'ry  guide  by  night. 

17  They  third  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock 
In  rich  abundance  flow. 

And  following  ftill  the  courfe  they  took. 
Ran  all  the  de fart  through. 

18  O  wond'rous  dream  !  O  blefled  type 

Of  ever-flowing  ;grace  ! 
So  Chrift  our  Rock  maintains  our  life 
Thro*  alt  this  wildernefs. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  almighty  liand, 
The  chofen  tribes  pofleft 

Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land ; 
And  there  enjoy  *d  their -reft. 

20  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage. 
The  church  renounce  her  fear  ; 

Ifr'el  muj}  Hue  thro*  ev'ry  age. 
And  be  th'  Ahnighty's  care, 

PSALM     CVL     Firfl  Part, 

Praife  to  God  ;  or,  communion  with  faints. 

X     Let  fongs  of  honor  be  addrefs'd  ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  ftands ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 
2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  i 
Who  (hall  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  ? 
Blcil  are  the  fouls  who  fear  thee  (till. 


PSALM    CVI.  ai9 

And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed  ; 
And  v/ith  the  lame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneft  fuppl'ant  of  thy  graced 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice. 
And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  I 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Joined  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee, 

PSALM    CVL     S.-mtdPctrt. 

\it^t\  punlfiid  and  pardoned  s  or,  GodU  un^ 
changeabk  kve, 

1  f^  O  D  of  etsrnal  love, 

VJT    How  fickle  are  our  ways ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifr*el  prove 
Thy  eonftancy  of  gra^e  P 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  praife  they  fung ; 

But  foon  thy  works  of  pow*r  forgot, 
And  murmured  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 
While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 

Now  with  their  lulls  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  reduced  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults 
He  hearken'd  to  their  groans. 

Brought  his  own  cov*nant  to  his  thoughts. 
And  cailM  thepi  ftill  his  fons, 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  bc«k, 
He  fav*d  them  from  their  foes  ; 

Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne*er  forfook 
The  people  whom  he  chofe. 


220  PSALM    CVII. 

6  Let  Ifr'elhXth  the  Lord, 
Who  lov*d  their  ancient  race  ; 

And  Chrijiians  join  the  folemn  word. 
Amen  to  all  the  praife. 

PSALM    CVIL    FlrJlPart. 

Ifrael  led  to  Canaan  and  chriftians  to  heaven. 

i/^  I VE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  ; 
\jr  Kind  are  his  thoughts, his  name  is  love . 
rlis  mercy  ages  pad  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  (hall  own. 

1  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Ifr'ely  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

["3  When  God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters,  and  ih*  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  defart,  wand'iing  round 
A  wild  and  folitary  groimd. 

4.  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road. 
Nor  city  for  a  fix'd  abode  ; 
Nor  food  nor  fountain  to  aifuage 
Their  burning  thir(t,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd  ; 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  march  far  wand' ring  round  ; 
*Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan^ %  ground, 

6  Thus  wrien  our  firft  releafe  we  gain 
From  fm*s  old  yoke,  and  fatan's  chain, 
We  have  thil  defart  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place^ 

7  He  feeds  and  deaths  us  all  the  way. 
He  guides  our  footfteps,  left  we  (lray» 


PSALM    CVIL  221 

He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand. 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 
8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways^  I 
Let  ev*'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM    CVn.      Second  Part. 
Corre^ionforjlnj  and  rekafe  by  prayer, 

1  T7ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

Jl    God  and  his  grace  arcftiir  the  fame  : 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  fooH, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good, 

2  But  if  their  hearts,  rebel  and  rife ' 
Againft  the  God  who  rules  the  fkies. 
If  they  reje6!:  his  heavenly  word, 
And  llight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord, 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  groun<J, 
And  no  deliverer  fliall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs,  and  the  lliades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries. 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife. 

And  fcatters  all  the  difmal  fhade 
Which  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fmiling  pris'ners  through  ;. 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  laboring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rpus  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  h.ijs  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ey*ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife^ 


Z22  PSALM    CVII. 

PSALM    CVII     Third  Part. 

Intemperance  punijhed  and  pardoned ;  or,    a 
pf aim  for  the  glutton  and  the  drunkard. 

1  "T  7"  A I N  man  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent 

V     Prepares  for  his  own  puniOiment  j 
What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife  ! 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte  ; 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  : 
•Till  all  his  adive  pow'rsare  loft. 

And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eati 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  oppreft. 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  released. 

4  Then  how  the  frighted  fmners  fly 
To  God  for  help,  ,with  earneft  cry  ! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'cine  could  efFe6l  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure  : 

The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals. 
He  fends  his  fov*reign  word  and  heals. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
And  let  their  thankful  offerings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM  CVII.  Fourth  P^r/.  Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Jlorms  and  fhipwreck  ;  or 

-  the  feamen^ s  fong.   ■ 
I T  X  Tou  LD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
V  V     His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 


PSALM     CVil. 


223 


Go  with  the  mariners  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  feas. 

2  They  leave  their  native  fliores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ; 
'Till  God  commands,  and  tempefts  rife. 
Which  heave  the  ocean  to  the  fkies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav*ns  they  mount  amain  ; 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feel. 
And  like  a  ftaggfring  drunkard  reel  ! 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh,  ^ 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs. 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  affuagej 
The  fur'ous  waves  forget  their  rage  ; 
*Tis  calm  ;  and  failors  fmile  to  fee 
The  haven  where  they  wifli'd  to  be. 

6  P  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  offerings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  fin^. 

PSALM  CVn./Vttr/^P^r/.CommonMet. 

The  manner's  pJaJm, 

1  nPHY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 

JL      Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps. 
The  fons  of  courage  fhall  record  ; 
Where  rolling  ocean  fleeps. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife^ 
And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ; 

The  men  aftonifh'd  mount  the  £kiesa 
And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 


224-  PSALM    CVIL 

[3  Again  they  climb  the  watery  hills. 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again  : 
Each  like  a  tott*ring  drunkard  reels. 

And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 
They  pant  with  ftutt'ring  breath  ; 

And  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  fhore, 
Exped  immed'ate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries  ; 
He  hears  the  loud  requeft  ; 

And  orders  filence  through  the  {kies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reil. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 
And  fee  the  ftorm  allay 'd  : 

Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears, 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  who  brings  them  fafe  to  land  ; 
Let  ftupid  mortals  know 

That  waves  are  under  his  command,     , 
And  all  the  winds  which  blow. 

8  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 
The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 

And  thofe  who  fee  thy  wondVous  ways 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record  ! 

PSALM    CVIL     LaJiPart. 

Colonies  planted ;  or,  nations  hlefi  and punijhed, 

A  pfalm  for  Nnv- Engl  and. 
iT  "^THen  God,  provoked  with  daring 

VV  [crimes. 

Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  .times. 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand. 
And  dri'.s  the  rivers  from  the  land. 


PSALM    CVII.      ^       225 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again. 
And  make  the  wither 'd  mountains  green  j 
Send  fhow'ry  bleffings  from  the  fkies. 
And  harvefts  in  the  defarts  rife. 
[3  Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beads  of  prey* 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 
H^  bids  th'  oppreft  and  poor  repair, 
And  build  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want : 
Their  race  grov/s  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks, 

5  Thus  they  are  bleft  ^  but  if  they  fin 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  ; 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  children  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn. 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  : 

The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd. 
And  defoiation  fpreads  the  field, 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns. 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns ; 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive. 
And  bids  their  dying  churches  live.] 

8  The  right'ous  with  a  joyful  fenfe 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence  ; 
And  tongues  of  athe'fts  fhall  no  more 
Blafpheme  theGon  whom  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
The  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord ! 
But  wife  obfervers  ftill  fhall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  jufl  and  kind* 


2a6  PSALM    CIX. 

PSALM    CIX. 

Love  tt  enemies  from  the  example  (T/'Chrift. 

1  /^  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
VJT     Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 

Tho'  fimiers  fpeak  againit  thy  grace 
With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 
Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 

With  cruel  ilanders  falfe  and  vain 
They  compafs'd  him  around. 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  compalTioa  move, 
Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd  ; 

They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe  \ 
He,  with  his  dying  breath, 

Pray'd  for  his  murd'rers  on  the  crofs* 
And  bleil  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  fhall  thy  bright  example  (hine 
In  vain  before  my  eyes  ? 

Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
Tx>  love  my  enemies  i 

6  The  Lord  (hall  on  my  fide  engage, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  name, 

I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage 
Who  flander  and  condemn. 

P  S  A  L  M  ex.  Firfi  Part.  Long  Metre 

Chrift  exalted  J  and  jnukltudes  converted;  or, 

the  Juccejs  of  the  gojpel. 
I   ^  I  ^HUS  the  eternal  Father  fpake 

X   To  Chpft  the  Son  ;  •»  Afcendandfit 
"  At  my  right-hand,  'till  1  fhall  make 


PSALM    ex.  227 

•*  iliy  foes  Tubmiffive  at  thy  feet. 

2  **  From  Zion  fhall  thy  word  proceed, 
*'  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 

**  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
*'  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  **  That  day  Ihall  fhew  thy  pow'r  is  great, 
*  *  When  faints  fhall  flo'ck  with  willing  mindsj 
**  And  fmners  croiid  thy  temple-gate, 

'•  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  fhines.'* 

4.  O  bleffed  pow'r !  O  glor'ous  day  ! 
What  a  large  vifl'ry  fhall  enfue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey. 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

PSALM     ex.     Second.  Part, 

The  ktngdsm  and priejihood  ^ehrifl. 

1  *'  I  ^H US  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 

X    Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  f wore  ; 
"  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 
**  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  tnore, 

2  "  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  muft  die  ; 
**  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 

'*  To  fave  for' ever  thofe  who  fly 
**  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  MelchiJedekvfTc^  made 

*'  On  earth  a  king  and  priefl  at  once  ; 

"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  Prieft  flialt  pleadj 

**  And  thou,  my  King,  fhalt  rule  my  fons.*' 

4  Jefus  the  Priefl  afcends  his  throne. 
While  counfels  of  eternal  peace. 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  witti  honor  and  futcefs. 

5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fhall  fpread* 


22^  PSALM    ex. 

And  crulh  the  pow'^s  which  dare  rebel : 
Then  fhall  he  judge  the  rifmg  dead. 
And  fend  the  guihy  world  to  hell. 

6  Tho'  while  he  treads  his  glor'ous  way, 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood. 
The  fuff 'rings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM     ex.     Common  Metre. 
Ch^ift's  kingdom  and priejihood. 

1  TESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
J      And  near  thy  Father  fit  ^ 

In  Zion  (hall  thy  pow'r  be  known. 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 

2  What  wonders  ihall  thy  gofpel  do  ! 
Thy  converts  fhall  furpafs 

The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew. 
And  own  thy  fovVeign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 
Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 

"  Eternal  (hall  thy  priefthood  be, 
**  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  "  Melchifidek,  that  wond'rous  prieft, 
**  That  King  of  high  degree, 

'*  That  holy  man  v/ho  Ahrhatn  bleft, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jefus  our  Prieft  for  ever  lives 
To  plead  for  us  above  ; 

Jefus  our  King  for  ever  gives 
The  blelTmgs  of  his  love. 

6  God  fliall  exalt  his  glor'ous  head, 
And  his  high  throne  maintain, 

Shall  ftrike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead 
Who  dare  oppQfe  his  reign. 


PSALM    CXI.  229 

PSALM    CXL    FirJlPart, 
The  wijdom  of  God  in  his  works, 

1  QONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
l3     To  my  almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  mj  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought ! 
How  glor'ous  in  our  fight. 

Good  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought' 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  moft  exafl:  is  nature's  frame  ! 
How  wife  th'  eternal  mind  ! 

His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
Which  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons. 
He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 

The  orders  which  his  lips  pronounce. 
To  endlefs  years  endure.  '^ 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies, 
Thy  heav'nly  fkill  proclaim  : 

What  fhall  we  do  to  make  us  wife. 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  truft  thy  grace. 
Is  our  divineft  (kill  ; 

And  he's  the  wifeil  of  our  race 
Who  beft  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM    CXL    Second  Part. 

■The  perfeSf  ions  of  God. 
I  /^  REATistheLord:  his  works  of  might 

\j     Demand  our  nobleft  fongs  : 
jLet  his  alfembled  faints  unite 

Their  harmony  of  tongues. 


aso  PSALM    CXII. 

1  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord,  ' 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 
And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word. 

He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  Son  the  great  Redeemer,  came 
To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure  : 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 

4  Thofi^who  would  grow  divinely  w^ife, 
Muft  with  his  fear  begin  ; 

Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 

PSALM    CXIL 

l^he  hlejfings  of  the  liberal  man. 
I   ^  I  ^HAT  man  is  blefl  who  (lands  in  awe 
jL     Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  ; 
His  feed  on  earth  fhall  be  renown'd  \   -,. 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fhall  be. 
An  inexhaufted  treafury. 

And  with  fucceffive  honors  crown 'd. 

a  His  lib'ral  favors  he  extends. 
To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends  : 

A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs. 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  v/hile  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fow'd  ; 

The  fvveet remembrance  of  the  juft, 
Like  a  green  root  levivss  and  bears 
A  train  of  blelTings  for  his  heirs. 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duft. 

4  Bef^t  whh  threat 'ning  dangers  round, 


PSALM    CXII.  231 

Uiimov'd  (hall  he  maintain  his  ground. 
His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up  ; 
The  foul  that's  fili'd  with  virtue's  light 
Shines  brighteft  in  affliction's  night. 
And  fees  in  darknefs,  beams  of  hope. 

Pa  u  s  b. 

[5  III  tidings  never  can  furprife 
The  heart  which  nx'd  on  God  relies, 

The*  v/aves  and  tcmpeds  roar  around  ; 
Safe  on  the  rock  he  fits  and  fees 
The  iliipv^reck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drov^n'd, 

6  The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee. 
And  gnafn  their  teeth  in  agony. 

To  find  their  expciflations  crod  ; 
They  and  their  envy  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  dovv'n  to  everlafting  nightt 

And  ail  their  names  in  darknefs  lofl.] 

PSALM     CXIL     Long  Metre. 
The  bkjjings  of  the  pious  and  charltahk, 

1  T^H  RICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 

X  Loves  his  commands  &  trufts  his  w^ord; 
Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  bleffings  to  his  i^Qt^  defcend. 

2  Conipaflion  dwells  upon  his  mind. 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  "When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread 
Which  fill  his  neighbors  round  with  dread. 
His  heart  is  arm'd  againfl  the  fear. 

For  God  with- a;ll  his  pow'r  is  there. 


232 


PSALM     CXII. 


4  His  foul  well  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amidft  the  darknefs,  light  fhall  rife. 
To  chear  his  heart  and  blefs  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad. 
His  works  are  ftill  before  his  God  : 
His  name  on  earth  fhall  long  remain, 
While  env'ous  fmners  fret  in  vain. 

PSALM    CXn.    Common  Metre. 

Liberality  rewarded. 

1  T  TAFFY  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord, 
XJL     And  follows  his  commands. 

Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward. 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft 
To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 

So  God  (hall  anfwer  his  requeft 
With  bleflings  on  his  feed, 

3  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 
His  well  eftablifh'd  mind  ; 

His  foul  to  God  his  refuge  flies. 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind.  ♦ 

4  In  times  of  general  diftrefs 
Some  beams  of  light  (hall  fhine, 

To  fhew  the  world  his  right 'oufnefs. 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 

Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above. 
Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 


Y 


PSALM    CXIII.  233 

PSALM    CXIIL 

The  tnajejiy  and  condejcention  of  God. 
E  who  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 


The  honors  of  his  name  record^ 
His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs  : 
Where  e'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  rifmg  beams,  or  fetting  rays, 
Let  lands  and  feas  his  pow'r  confefs. 

1  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds 
Can  give  his  vafl  domin'on  bounds  ; 

The  heav'ns  are  far  belov/  his  height ; 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glor'ous  head  to  view 
What  the'bright  hods  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  tMngs  ; 
His  fovVeign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door. 

And  makes  them  company  for  kings, 

4  Vv^hen  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bleffing  of  an  heir. 

To  refeue  their  e;ipiring  name  ; 

?""he  mother  with  a  thankful  voice 
reclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  \ 
Let  every  age  advance  his  fame. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIIL     Long  Metre. 

God  jovcreign  and  gracious. 

I   "^T'E  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King;, 

X    In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  nng  : 
Where  e'er  the  fun  iTiall  rife  or  fct. 
The  nations  fhall  his  nraife  repeal 
U2 


234  PSALM    CXlV. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  Iky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majefty  ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place  his  pow'r  reftrain. 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare. 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  } 
His  glories,  how  divinely  bright, 
Wha  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love  !  he  ftoops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ; 
And  condefcends  yet  more  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  duft  and  cottages  obfcure. 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ; 
Gives  them  the  honor  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  his  heav'nly  throneSo 
[6  A  wxDrd  af  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice : 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  v/ere  pad 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  laft. 
*j  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon. 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  : 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  v*^hen  fenfe  defpairs; 
If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears.] 

PSALM    CXIV. 

Miracles  attending  Ih^eVsjcurney, 
I "T  X  7 hen  //>V/ freed  fram  Pharaoh's  hand, 
V  V    Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land. 
The  tribes  v/ith  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  K.ing  ;  ^nd  Judah  was  his  throne. 

'?.  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
Y:ie  dc^p.  di\^ic!es  to  make  theiix  v/ay  ^ 


PSALM    CXV.  23s 

Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  fhook  like  frighted  fheep. 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ; 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  fland, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 

4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  fright  which  Sinai  feels  \ 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood 
Retire,  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  IJrel  I  fee  him  here  ! 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear ! 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns  ; 
The  rock  to  ftandmg  pools  he  turns, 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word. 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord» 

PSALM     CXV.     Firft  Metre. 
The  true  Godour  refuge  ;  or,  idolatry  reproved^ 

I    "IVTOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft, 

1^   Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due  \ 
Eternal  God  !  thou  only  juil ; 
Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 
1  ihine  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name : 
Why  fliould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  fhame, 
Say,  Where's  the  Godyouvejervdjo  hngP 
3  The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throiie 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  (kies  ; 
Thro'  ail  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  cur  grcansj  he  Keais  cui  Ciies./ 


236  f^SALM    CXY. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  ftone  and  wood  ^ 

At  beft,  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  ore, 

A  filver. faint,  or  golden  god ! 

[5  With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  their  head; 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  ; 
In  vain  arc  coftly  ofF'rings  made. 
And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray, 
Mortals  who  pay  them  fear  or  love. 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  Ifrelj  make  the  Lord  thy  hope. 
Thy  Help,  thy  Refuge,  and  thy  Reft  ; 
The  Lord  fhall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieft, 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife^ 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  ; 

But  we  fhall  Yiwe  to  fmg  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pov/'r  to  fave. 

PSALM     CXV.     2d  Metre. 
Popijh  idolatry  reproved. 

1  ^KJfC^t  *o  our  names^tbou  onlyjuft  &  True, 
JLN  Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glorydue: 

Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  &  juftice  claim 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  fov'reign  name. 
Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  bleft 

[abode, 
Norlettheheathens'fay,7!f/z^w^^r^'jji<?MrGod? 

2  Heaven  is  thine  higher  court :  there  ftands 

[thy  throne  ; 
Arvd  thro'  tbc  lov/er  worlds  thy  will  is  done  ; 


PSALM    CXV.  237 

Our  God  fram'd  all  this  earth,  thefe  heav'ns 

[he  fpread. 
But  fools  adore  tlie  gods  their  hands  have 

[made ; 
The  kneeling  croud  with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  filverfaviours,and  their  faints  of  gold. 
[3  Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapes  of  eyes  and 

[ears  ; 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  ; 
Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can 

[move, 
They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  pow^^r 

[nor  love  ; 
Yet  foolifli  mortals  make  their  long  com- 

[plaints 
To  their  deaf  idols  and  their  movelefs  faints, 
4.  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn'd  with  gold. 
The  poor  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould ; 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  ftock 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  ; 
People  and  prieft  drive  on  the  folemn  trade. 
And  truft  the  gods  which  faws  and  hammers 

[made^ 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !   'tis  hard  to 

Which  is  more  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they. 
O  IJrel  truft  the  Lord  !  he  hears  and  fees. 
He  knows  thy  forrows,andrefi:ores  thy  peace: 
His  worfhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield  ; 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thy  heav'nly  ihieldo 

6  Columbia  truft  the  Lord  ;  thy  foes  in   vain. 
Attempt  thy  ruin  and  enforce  their  reign  ; 
Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos'd  our 

[days^ 


438  PSALM    CXVL 

And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  praife  : 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  let  fongs  arife, 
Columbia  biefs  the  God  who  built  the  fkies. 

PSALM     CXVL      FirJlPart, 

Recovery  from  Jicknefs. 

1  T  Love  the  Lord  ;  he  heard  my  cries, 
A     And  pity'd  ev'ry  groan  : 

Long  as  1  live,  when  troubles  rife 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne, 

2  I  fove  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear. 
And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 

O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  ! 

3  My  flefh  declin'd,  m.y  fpirits  fell, 
And  I  drew  near  the  dead  ; 

While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 

4  **  My  God  I  cry'd,  thy  fervant  favc, 
*'  Thou  ever  good  and  juil ; 

**  Thy  pow'r  can  refcue  from  the  grave, 
**  Thy  pow'r  is  all  my  truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft, 
He  bid  my  pains  remove  : 

Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  Reft, 
For  thou  hail:  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death. 
And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 

Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 


F'SALM    CXVI.     CXVII. 


•239 


PSALM     CXVI.     Second  Part. 

Vows  made  in  trouhle^  paid  in. the  church  ;  or, 
public  thanks  for  private  deliverance. 

1  'TT  THAT  fhall  I   render  to  my  God 

V  V       For  all  his  kindnefs  iliown  ? 
My  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

2  Among  thy  faints  who  fill  thine  houfe 
My  oft'rings  fhall  be  paid  ; 

There  fhall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foul  in  anguilh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 
Thou  ever-bleiTed  God  ! 

How  dear  thy  ferva,nts  in  thy  fight  ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  i 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  ma  ! 

My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  1  devote  to  tnee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 
Nor  Ihail  my  purpofe  move  ; 

Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 

Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  for  fake  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXVIL    Common  Metre. 

Pra'-fe  to  God  from  all  nations. 
I    1*^   All  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord,  . 

V^     Each  v/ith  a  diff 'rent  tongue  ; 
In  ev'ry  Imiguage  learn  his  v/ord, 


a4o  PSALM    CXVII,    CXVril., 

And  let  his  npme  be  fung. 

0.  His  mercy  reigns  through  ev'ry  land  ; 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  fhall  ftand  ; 

Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

PSALM    CXVIL    Long  Metre. 

I   T?ROM  all  who  dwell  below  the  Ikies 
JC     Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

a  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thy  praife  fhall  found  from  fhore  to  fhore, 
'Till  funs  fhall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

PSALM    CXVIL    Short  Metre. 

1  nr^H  Y  name,  almighty  Lord, 

JL      Shall  found  thro'  diflant  lands  ; 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  for  ever  flands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  fpread. 
And  long  thy  praife  endure  ; 

'Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  (hade 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

PSALM    CXVIIL    FirjIPart. 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult, 

1  'T^HE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

X      Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do. 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 

2  'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 
And  have  my  God  my  Friend, 

Than  truft  ^n  men  of  high  degree, 


PSALM    CXVIII.  241 

And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  Like  bees,  my  foes  befet  me  round, 
A  large  and  angry  fwarm  ; 

But  I  fhall  all  their  rage  confound. 
By  thine  almighty  arm. 

4  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 
In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 

While  his  falvation  is  my  fong. 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

5  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  ; 
When  God  appears,  they  fly  : 

So  burning  thorns  with  crackling  found 
Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 

6  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  ; 
The  Lord  protec^ts  their  ways  : 

Let  ^rV/ tune  immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

PSALM    CXVIIL     Second  Part, 

Public  pralfe  for  deliverance  from  death, 

I    T    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
ft  ^  And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  : 

Now  fhall  he  live  ;  (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  fave) 

1  Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before. 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 
Thy  hand  which  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore. 

Defends  him  ftill  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now. 
For  we  fhall  worfhip  there  ; 

The  houfe  where  all  the  right'ous  go 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  afiemblies  of  thy  faints 

W 


242  PSALM    CXVIIL 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 


There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM    CXVIIL    Third  Part. 

Chrift  the  foundation  of  the  church. 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  furc  FoundatioiL-Storke 
J3  Which  God  in  2ion  lays. 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  finners  dear. 
And  faints  ^dore  his  name  ; 

They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here. 
Nor  Ihall  they  fufFer  fhame.  . 

3  The  fooliih  builders,  fcribe  and  prieft, 
Reje6l  it  with  difdain  : 

Yet  on  this  Rock  the  church  ffiall  reft. 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withftood  ? 
Yet  muft  this  building  rife  ; 

'Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wond'rous  iii  our  eyes. 

PSALM    CXVIIL    Fourth  Part. 
Hofatina  ;  the  Lord's-day  ;  or,  Chrifl's  refur- 

region  and  our  falvation. 
I  /  I  ^HES  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

A       He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 

And  praife  furround  thy  throne, 
a  To  day  he"  rofi  and  left  the  dead  ; 

And  fatan's  empire  fell  ; 
To  day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread. 

And  all  his  w^onders  tell. 


PSALM    CXVIIL  243 

3  Hofanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son  : 

Help  us,  O  Lord,;  defcend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Bled  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
V/ith  mefiages  of  grace  ; 

Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name. 
To  fave  our  finful  race* 

5  Hofanna  in  the  higheft  fl rains 
The  church  on  earth  can  rsife  ; 

The  higheft  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns* 
Shalt  give  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM   CXVIIL    Short  Metre. 

An  Hofanna  for  the  Lord's-day  ;  or,  a  new 

Jong  offalvation  by  Chrijl» 

1  QEE  what  a  living  Stone 
kJ  The  builders  did  x^iwit  \ 

Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  env'ous  Jews. 

2  The  fcribe-  and  angry  priefl 
Rejedl  thine  only  Son  % 

Yet  on  this  Rock  {hall  Zion  reft 
A^  the  chief  corner-ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wond'roys  in  our  eyes  : 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine. 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife  J 

4  This  is  the  glor'ous  day 
Which  our  Redeemer  made  ; 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  fmg,  and  pray  ;^ 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofanna  to  the  King 


244     PSALM    CXVIII.     CXIX. 

Of  David's  royal  blood  ; 
Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word 
Which  all  this  grace  difplays  ; 

And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  facrifice  of  praife. 

PSALM   CXVIIL    Long  Metre. 

An  Hofanna  for  the  Lord' s-day  ;  or,   a  new 

Jong  of  Jalvation  by  Chriji. 

I    T    O,  what  a  glor'ous  corner-ftone 

1  J  The  Jeivijh  builders  did  refufe  ! 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon,- 
in  fpite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 

1  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine. 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  which  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  which  fiaw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  : 
Hojanna^  let  his  name  be  bleft  ! 

A  thoufand  honors  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft  1 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  : 

Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM    CXIX. 

[/  have  coUeEied  and  dijpcfed  the  mojl  ufeful 
verjes  of  this  pf aim  under  eighteen  different 
heads,  and  formed  a  divine  fong  upon  each 
of  them  t  hut  the  verfcs  are  jnuch  tranfpojed, 
to  attain  feme  degree  of  connexion. 


PSALM    CXIX.  245 

Jnfome  place Sf  among  the  words ^  law,  com= 
manoils^  judgments,  teftimonies,  /  have 
ufedgofydy  word,  grace,  truth,  promifes, 
6fc.  as  more  agreeable  to  the  New-TeJ}a7Tient, 
and  the  common  language  of  chrijlians  ;  and 
It  equally  anjwers  the  deftgn  of  the  Pfalmift, 
which  was  to  recommend  the  holyfcriptures.~\ 
PSALM    CXIX.     FirJiPart, 

The  hleffednefs  of  the  faint  s^i^the  mifery  offinners . 
Ver.   I,  2,  3. 

1  T>  LEST  are  the  undefii'd  in  heart, 
X3  Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 

Who  never  from  thy  law  depart. 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fm. 

2  Bled  are  the  men  who  keep  thy  word^ 
And  pra6lice  thy  commands  ; 

With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Ver.  165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  \ 
How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 

Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  fteady  feet  afide. 

Ver.  6. 

4  Then  fhall  my  heart  have  inward  jcy^ 
And  keep  my  face  from  fhame. 

When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey. 
And  honor  all  thy  name. 

Ver.   21,   118. 

5  But  haughty  fmners  God  will  hate, 
The  proud  {hall  die  accurft  ;  - 

The  fons  of  falfhood  and  deceit 
W2; 


246  PSALM    CXIX. 

Are  trodden  to  the  duft, 

Ver,  119,    155.     g^ 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  ; 

And  thofe  who  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 

But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Second  Part. 

Secret  devotions  and  fpiritual  meditations  ;  or^ 
conjiant  converfe  with  God. 

Ver.  147,  55. 

i   T^O  thee  before  the  dawning  light, 

jL       My  gracious  God,  I  pray  ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night. 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Ver.  81. 

a  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  gracCp, 

Thy  promife  bears  me  up ! 
And  while  falvation  long  delays. 

Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 

Ver.  164. 

3  Sev'n  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands^,. 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee. 

Thy  right 'ous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  rhe. 

X  Ver.  62. 

4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  (kie3> 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 

My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  acceptance  find„ 


PSALM    CXIX.  247 

PSALM    CXIX.     Third  Part. 
Profejfions  offmcerityy  repentana  and  obedience, 

Ver.  57,  60. 

1  nnHOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 

X      Soon  as  I  knov/  thy  way. 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'obey  thy  wordj 
And  fufFers  no  delay. 

Ver.  30,  14. 

2  I  chufe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truths 
^nd  glory  in  my  choice  : 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  eartli 
Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace 
I  fet  before  my  eyes  ; 

Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrengthj 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

Ver.  59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  paths, 
I  think  upon  my  ways  ; 

Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands. 
And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

Ver.  94,  114. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 
O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  ! 

Thou  art  my  fhield,  my  hiding  place  ; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

Ver.  112. 

6  Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 
Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil  ; 

And  thys  'till  mortal  life  fhall  end-> 
Would  I  perform  thy  wilL 


24S  PSALM    CXIX. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Fourth  Part. 
InJtruElion  from  jcrlpturt . 
Ver.  9. 
Ow  {hall  the  youngfecure  their  hearts. 


■H 


And  guard  their  lives  from  fin } 
Thy  word  the  choicelt  rule^  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean. 

Ver.   130. 

1  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mindj       ^ 

It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad. 
The  meaneft  fouls  inftru^lion  find. 

And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 

Ver.  1 05. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light,    . 
Which  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 

And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Ver.  99,  ICQ. 

4  The  men  who  keep  thy  law  with  care. 
And  meditate  thy  word,' 

Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are. 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

Ver.  104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  : 
I  hate  the  fmner's  road  : 

I  Late  my  own  vain  thoughts  which  rife. 

But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Ver.  89,  90,  91. 
{^6  The  flarry  hcav'ns  thy  rule  obey. 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefe  thy  fervanis  night  and  day 


PSALM     CXIX.  249 

Thy  flcill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

7  But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 
Have  lefTons  more  divine  ; 

Not  earth  ftands  firmer  than  thy  word. 
Nor  ftars  fo  nobly  fhine.] 

Ver.  160,  i4.o>  9,  116. 

8  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth  ; 
How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 

That  holy  book  fhali  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 
PSALM     CXIX.     Fifth  Part, 

Delight  in  Jcripture  ;    ox  y. the  word  of  God 

dwelling  in  us, 

Ver.  97 

1  f^\  How  I  love  thy  holy  law» 
V^     'Tis  daily  my  delight ; 

And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

Ver.  148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day. 
To  meditate  thy  word  : 

My  foul  with  longing  melts  sway 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 

Ver.  3,   13,  54. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  ? 
How  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 

A^d  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage 
Yields  me  an  heav'nly  fong. 
Ver.  19,  103. 

4  Am.  i  a  ftranger,  or  at  home  : 
'Tis  my  perpet'alfeall  ; 


250  PSALM    CXIX. 

Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb, 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 

Ver.  72,   127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind ; 
Nor  fiiall  thy  word  be  fold 

For  loads  of  lilver  well  refind, 
Nor  heaps  of  clioiceft  gold. 

Ver.  2B,  49,   175. 

6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 
Thy  promifes  of  grace 

Are  pillars,  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife.    * 

PSALM    CXLX.     Sixth  Part, 

HoUnefs  and  comfort  from  the  word, 
Ver.   128. 

1  T    ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 
A_j     And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft 

Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 
With  ev'ry  flattering  lull. 
Ver.  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  : 
I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 

Through  all  the  bus'nefs  of  the  day. 
To  form  my  anions  right. 
Ver.  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries,  ' 
*•  How  fweet  thy  comforts  b^l" 

My  thoughts  nn  holy  wonder  rife^ 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
Ver.   162. 
4.  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill 


PSALM    CXIX.  251 

At  fome  good  word  of  thine. 
Not  mighty  men  who  fhare  the  fpoil^ 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Seventh  Part 

Imperfeiiion  of  nature^  and  perfe^i&n  of  f crip- 

ture, 

Ver.  96.     Paraphrafed. 

1  T    ET  all  the  heathen  writers -join 
i  ^     To  form  one  perfe6l  book  ; 

Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 

2  Not  the  moft  perfed  rules  they  gave 
Could  ihew  one  fin  forgiv'n ; 

Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave  ; 
But  thine  condutfl  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  of  what  v/e  call 
Perfedion  here  below ; 

How  {hort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  further  go  ! 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  GoD; 
By  works  their  hands  have  wrought ; 

But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad. 
Extend  to  ev*ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here. 
While  fm  defiles  our  frame  ; 

And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far. 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name, 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 
Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 

But  perfe6t  truth  and  right'oufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 


252  PSALM    CXIX. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Eighth  Part. 

The  ward  of  God  is  the  faint' s  -portion  ;  or,  tht 
excellency  and  variety  offcripture. 

1  T    ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
JLi     My  lafting  heritage  ; 

There  fhall  my  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice. 
My  warmeft  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  hift'ries  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight ; 

While  thro'  thy  promifes  I  rove 
With  ever-frefn  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
Where  fprings  of  life  arife  ; 

Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies, 

4  The  beft  relief  which  mourners  have, 
It  makes  our  forrows  bleft ; 

Our  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Ninth  Part, 

Deftre  of 'knowledge ;  or,  the  teachings  of  the 

fpirit  with  the  zvord. 

Ver.  64,  68,  1 8. 

1  nPHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

JL       How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

Ver.   73,   125, 

2  My  heart  was  fafnion'd  by  thy  hand, 
My  fervice  is  thy  due  ; 

O  makevthy  fervant  underftand 


PSALM   CXIX.  253 

The  duties  he  muft  do  I 
Ver.    19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftrange r  here  below. 
Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 

But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 

Ver.  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 
Thou  heardft  my  foul  complain  ; 

Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace. 
Or  I  (hall  flray  again. 

Ver.  33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  fhew^ 
And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 

His  work  for  ever  I'll  purfue. 
His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart, 

Ver.  50,  71. 

6  This  was  my  comfort,  when  I  bore 
Variety  of  grief ; 

It  made  me  learn  thy  v/ord  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 
Ver.  51. 

[7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  ; 

ril  ne'er -forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  bleffed  gofpel  go, 

Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw, 

Ver.   27,    171, 

8  Yv^hen  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 
111  teach  the  world  his  ways  ; 

My  thankful  lips  infpir'd  with  zeal 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife.] 

X 


254  PSALM      CXIX. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Tenth  Part. 

Pleading  the  promljes, 

Ver.  38,  49. 

I    T>  EHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 

J3     Devoted  to  thy  fear  ! 

Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Ver.  41,    58,   107. 

1  Haft  thou  not  writ  falvation  down, 
And  promised  quick'ning  grace  ? 

Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ?  . 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Ver.   123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail  ; 
O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 

Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail. 
Which  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

Ver.  49,  74. 

4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 
Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 

Saints  (hall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truft,  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM    CXIX.    Eleventh  Part. 

Breathing  after  holinefs. 

Ver.  5.   53. 

r  1*^  That  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
\j^     To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill  ! 

O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace- 
To  knov/  and  do  his  will  ! 

Ver.   29. 

2  O  fend  thy  fpirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart  j 


PSALM    CXIX.  ■  255 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit. 
Nor  a(5l  the  liar's  part. 

Ver.   36,   37. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  ; 
Let  no  corrupt  defign, 

Nor  covetous  defires  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 

Ver.   133. 

4  Order  my  footllaps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  fmcere  ^ 

Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confcience  clear. 

Ver.   176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray 
My  feet  too  often  flip  ; 

Yet,  fince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Reftore  thy  w^and'ring  flieep. 

Ver.  35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  ; 
'Tis  a  delightful  road  : 

Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands. 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM    CXIX.  Twelfth  Part. 
Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance, 

Ver.  153. 

1  \yFY  God,  confider  my  didrefs, 
XVX  Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 

Tho'  I  have  fmn'd  againft  thy  grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.   39,  116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  fharp  reproach^, 
Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  \ 


a^e  PSALM    CXIX. 

Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes. 
Nor  let  my  fliame  appear. 

Ver.   122,   135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me. 
Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  ; 

But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  fninings  of  thy  face. 
Ver'.  82. 

4  My  eyes  with  expe<fi:ation  fail. 
My  heart  within  me  cries, 

^Fhen  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfill, 
And  make  my  comforts  rife  f 

Ver.    132. 

5  Look  dov/n  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 
And  fhew  thy  grace  the  fame, 

As  thou  art  ever  v/cnt  t*  afford 
To  thofe  who  love  thy  name. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Thirteenth  Part. 

Holy  fear  J  and  tendernefs  of  confcience, 

Ver.    10.. 
I  "T-^TITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought 
V  V     C  let  me  never  flray      [thy  face. 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace,' 
Nor  tread  the  fmner's  way. 

Ver.   II. 
1  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart. 

To  keep  my  confcience  clean,  _ 
And  be  an  everlafting  guard 

From  ev'ry  riling  fm. 

Ver.   63.  53.   158. 
3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints. 


PSALM    CXV,  257 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints. 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Ver.   161,  163. 

4  While  fihners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong. 
My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe  ; 

My  foul  abhors  the  lying  tongue. 
But  loves  thy  right'ous  law. 

Ver.   161,  120. 

5  My  heart,  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 
The  threat 'nings  of  thy  word  ; 

My  flefli  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

Ver.   166,   E74. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait  1  « 
For  thy  falvation  ftill  ;                                         /| 

While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight. 
And  I  obey  thy  will.- 

PSALM    CXIX.     Fourteenth  Part, 

Benefit  of  affllBionsy  andfupport  under   them, 

Ver.   153,  81,  82. 
2   /CONSIDER  all  my  forrows.  Lord, 

\^^   And  thy  deli v 'ranee  fend  ; 
My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints  : 

When  v/ill  my  troubles  end  ? 

'Ver.  71. 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me     , 
To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 

Afflidions  make  me  learn  thy  laWi> 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

Ver.   50.^ 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

Xz 


2sd  PSALM    CXIX. 

When  new  diftrefs  begins  : 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way  ; 

And  hate  my  former  fms. 
Ver.  92. 
4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight. 

When  earthly  joys  were  fied, 
My  foul,  oppreil  with  forrow's  weight. 

Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 

Ver.   75. 
5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lor4,  are  rjgl^i* 
Tho'  they  may  feem  fevere  ; 
The  fharpeft  fufF 'rings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Ver.    67. 
6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word. 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fifteenth  Part, 

Holy  refoJution. 
Ver.    93. 

1  /^  That  thy  ftatutes,  ev*ry  hour, 
\J     Might  dwell  upon  my  mind ! 

Thence  I  derive  a  quick 'ning  pow'r. 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.   15,  16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 

My  foul  fhall  ne'er  forget  thy  word. 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Ver.    32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands. 


PSALM    CXXL  [259 

If  thou  my  heart  difcharge 
From  fm  and  fatan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  i 
Ver.   13,  46, 

4  My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 
Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name  ; 

I'll  fpeak  thy  word,  tho'  kings  Ihould  heafp 
Nor  yield  to  fmful  fhame. 

Ver.  61,  69,  70, 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 
To  rob  me  of  my  right. 

Let  pride  and  malice,  forge  their  lies^ 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.   115. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill ! 

I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways. 
And  muft  obey  his  will. 

PSALM     CXIX,     Sixteenth  Part. 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace, 

Ver.  25,  37. 

1  TV/fY  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft ; 
xVA     Lord,  give  me  life  divine  \ 

From  vain  defires  and  ev'ry  lull 
Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  infl'ence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  me  in  my  way. 

Left  I  fhould  loiter  in  my  race^ 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 
Ver,   107. 

3  When  fore,  aifiidions  prefs  me  down,, 


i6o  PSALM    CXIX. 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Thy  word  which  I  have  refted  on 

Shall  help  my  heav'eft  hours. 
/  Ver.   156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov*reign  ftill, 
And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 

Ver.  159,40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love. 
And  long  to  fee  thy  face  1 

And  yet  how  (low  my  fpirits  move 
^  Without  enliv'ning  grace  1 

Ver.   93. 

6  Then  (hall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more. 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 

When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Seventeenth     Part. 

Courage  and perfeverunce  under  perfecution  / 

or,  grace  Jhitiing  in  difficulties  and  trials, 

Ver.   143,  28. 

^WJ  Hen  pain  &  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 
V  V    All  my  fiipport  is  from  thy  word^  j 
My  foul  dilTolves  for  heavinefs  ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace. 

Ver.  51,  69,   no. 
a  The  proudhave  fram'd  their  fcofFs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  env'ous  eyes,. 
And  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fm  j 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 


PSALM   CXI3L  %H 

Ver.  i6i,  78. 
3  They  hate  me.  Lord,  without  a  caufe^ 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ; 
But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
'Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  (hame, 

PSALM    CXIX.    LaftPart. 

San6iijUd  affliSiions  ;  or,  delight  in  the  ward 

of  God, 

Ver,  67,  59. 
X   T7ATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 
Jj    How  kind  was  thy  chailizing  rod. 
Which  forc'd  my  confcience  to  a  ftand. 
And  brought  my  wand  ring  fotil  to  God. 
a  Foolifh  and  vain  I  went  aftray. 
E'er  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way. 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

Ver.  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke. 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  hnd  fwell  ; 
*Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftrokc. 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 

Ver.  72. 
4.  The  law  which  iiTues  from  thy  mouth 
Shall  raife  my  chearful  paflions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  South, 
Or  Wejiern  hills  of  golden  ore. 

Ver.  73. 
5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame. 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name. 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fma 


262  PSALM    CXX: 

Ver.  74; 
6  Then  all  who  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  my  falvatioH  (hall  rejoice  : 
For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM    CXX. 

Complaint  of  quarreljome  neighbours  ;  or,  a 
devout  wi/h  for  peace. 

1  npHOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever-bleft, 

X     Pity  my  fufF'ring  ftate  ^ 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft 
From  lips  which  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  cad 
Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 

Whofe  never-ceafmg  brawlings  wafle 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  O  !  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 
How  would  1  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wild  lonefome  wildernefs. 
And  leave   thefe  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  blefling  which  I  feek. 
Hew  lovely  are  its  charms, 

I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  pallions  ftiil  their  fouls  engage. 
And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  : 

"What  (hall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 

O  thou  devouring  tongue  ? 
Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro* 

Strift  juftice  would  approve  ; 
But  I  had  rather  fpare  my  foe, 

And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 


PSALM    CXXL  263 

PSALM     CXXL     Long  Metre. 

Diving  p  roteBion , 
I  T  TP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

vJ    Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  &ies  ! 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 
a.  He  lives,  the  everlafting  God, 
Who  built  the  world,  who  fpread  the  floods 
The  heav'ns  with  all  their  hofts  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiies  blefs  all  the  day. 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  Ifrel  lleeps. 

4.  [frel,  a  name  divinely  bleft. 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft  ; 
Thy  holy  Guard'an's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  flumber  nor  furprife. 

5  No  fun  fhall  fmite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blalt  thy  couch  :  no  baleful  liar 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  (halt  go  and  ftill  return, 

Safe  in  the  Lord  ;  his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  pow'r  ; 
And  in  thy  lail  departing  hour. 
Angels  who  trace  the  airy  road. 

Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 


at5i  P5ALM   CXXL 

PSALM    CXXI.    Common  Metre. 

Prefervat'ton  by  day  and  night, 

J  'T^  O  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes : 

X      There  all  my  hopes  are  laid. 
The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  fkies, 
Is  my  perpet'al  aid. 

2  Their  feet  fhall  never  Aide  to  fall, 
Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 

His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  pow'rs 
With  his  almighty  arm  ; 

And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifmg  harm. 

4  IJrel  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure  ; 
Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 

His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  powV 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon, 
Shall  have  his  leave  to  fmite  ; 

He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blafting  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickeft  dangers  come  \ 

Go,  and  return  fecure  from  death, 
'Till  God  commands  thee  homcc 

PSALM    CXXL 

Gad  our  preferver. 

I   T  TPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

U      From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 
The  God  who  built  the  ikies^ 


PSALM   CXXIL  % 

And  earth  and  nature  made  i 
God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  I  fly  : 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour. 

a     My  feet  Ihall  never  Hide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defend  me  from  my  fears. 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes 

Which  never  fleep. 

Shall  I// el  keep 

When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day. 
Nor  blalts  of  ev'ning  air 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God, be  with  me  there  ; 

Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  (hade. 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord  ' 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath. 

I'll  go  and  come,. 
Nor  fear  to  die^ 
'Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 

PSALM     CXXn.     Commoa  Metre. 

Going  to  church. 
I   T  T  OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

JL  A.     My  friends  devoutly  i^y* 
In  Zlon  let  us  all  appear, 
Y 


^66  ?SALM    CXXIL 

And  keep  thefolemn  day  P 

2  I  love  her  gates,  1  love  the  road  : 
The  church  adorn  d  with  grace. 

Stands  Irke  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  fliew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joys  unknowiv, 
The  holy  tribes  repair  j 

The  Son  of  ,Z)«v/V  holds  his  tbrone. 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints 
And,  while  his  awful  voice 

Divides  the  (inners  from  the  faints. 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place. 
And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  ! 

With  Jioly  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  lier  attendants  bleft ! 

6  My  foul  Ihall  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 

There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell : 
There  God,  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM    CXXII. 

Going  U  church, 

1  T  TOW  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I 
iJL     To  hear  the  people  cry. 

Come,  let  us  feek  our  God  to  day  ; 

Yes,  with  a  chearful  zeal, 

We  hafte  to  Zion's  hiD, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay.  • 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place  ! 

.  Adornd  with  wond'rous  grace, 
And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round  ; 


PSALM    CXXIII.  267 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear. 
To  pray  and  praife  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  ^ 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 

And  makes  the  tinner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  v/ith  feax. 

4  May  poace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  blefs  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft ! 

The  man  who  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  bleflings  on  him  reft  1 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows. 
Peace  to  this  f acred  houfe  ! 

For  there  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell  j 

And  fince  my  glor'ous  God 

Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode. 
My  foul  fhall  ever  love  thee  well ! 

PSALM    CXXIIL 

Pleading  with  JubmiJJion, 

1  ("\  Thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
V-/     Enthron'd  above  the  llcies. 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain> 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes  ! 

2  As  fervants  watch  their  mafler's  hand^ 
And  fear  the  angry  (Iroke  ; 

Or  maids  before  their  miftrefs  ftan^ 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

3  5o,  foi  our  fms,  we  juftly  feel 


268  PSALM    CXXIV. 

Thy  difcipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  (lill, 
*Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 

4  Thofe  who  in  wealth  and  pleafurc  live^ 
Cur  daily  groans  deride  ; 

And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Friefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 
In  thy  compaflion  lies  \ 

This  thought  Ihall  bear  our  fpirits  up^ 
That  God  will  not  difpife. 

PSALM     CXXIV. 

A  fongfor  the  ^th  (?/"  November. 
'    T  T  A  D  not  the  Lord,  may  Ijrel  fay, 

JlI  Had  not  the  Lord  maintain  'd  our  fide. 
When  men,  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Rofe  like  the  fwelling  of  the  tide  ; 

2  The  fwelling  tide  had  llopt  our  breath. 

So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll. 

We  had  been  fv/allov/'d  deep  in  death  ; 

Proud  waters  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  foul. 

3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  In  out  and  fmg, 
Who  juft  efcap'd  the  fatal  ftroke  ; 

So  fiies  W  bird,  with  chearful  wing. 
When  once  the  fowler's  fnare  is  broke. 

4  For  ever  blelTed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  broke  the  fowler's  curfed  fnare, 
\^ho  i'xv'd.  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword, 
And  made  our  lives  and  fouh  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  earth  and  built  the  {kies  ; 
He  v/ho  upholds  that  wond'rous  frame, 
Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyes. 


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PSALM     CXXV.  269 

PSALM     CXXV.     Common   Metr^.. 
T he' faints  trial  and Jafety. 

1  T  T  N  S  H  A  K  E  N  as  the  facred  hill, 

KJ      And  firm  as  mountains  be. 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  fhall  reft, 
Who  leans,  O  Lord,  on  thee. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  welt 
Old  Salerno  happ)rgrourrd. 

As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love. 
Which  ev'ry  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge 
To  drive  them  near  to  God, 

Divine  compailion  does  allay 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouis  fincerep 
And  lead  them  fafely  on 

To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  wicked  ways 
Which-  the  old  ferpent  drew, 

The  wrath  with  drove  him  firll  to  hell 
Shall  fmite  his  foU'wers  too. 

PSALM     CXXV.     Short  Metre. 
The  faint's  trial  and  fafety  ;   or,    moderated 
afflictions . 

1  TT'IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 

-L       Who  reft  their  fouls  on  God  ; 
Fir^n  as  the  mount  where  David  ^\'Vthy 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  ftood  to  ^uard 
The  city's  facred  ground. 

So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Y2 


270  PSA^LM    CXXVI. 

Eml)race  his  faints  around. 

3  What,  tho*  the  Father's  rod 
Drop  a  chaflifing  ftroke  ! 

Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep. 
Its  fury  fhall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofc 
Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 

Whofe  hope,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

5  Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  rage 
Too  long  opprefs  the  faint ; 

The  GpD  of  [frel  will  fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint ; 

6  But  if  our  (layifti  fear 
Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell, 

We  muft  CKpe^l  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  fmners  dwell. 

PSALM     CXXVL     Long  Metre. 

Surpr'ifing  Deliverance, 
iT  71  7HEN  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate, 
V  V    Joy  was  our  fong,  and  grace    our 
Thegrace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great,  [theme, 
That  joy  appeared  a  painted  dream. 

2  The  fcofFer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honors  to  thy  name  ; 

While  we  with  pleafures  ftu)ut  thy  praife. 
With  chearful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  "When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'd  vanifti  fo  ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  who  in  his  furrow'd  fieM; 


PSALM    CXXVI.  1^71 

His  fcatter'd  feed  With  fadnefs  leaves^ 
Will  fhout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  (heaves. 

P'SALM  CXXVI.  Common  Metre. 

The  joy  of  a  remarkable  converfion  ;  or,  melan^ 
choly  removed, 

I T  7^  T Hen  God  reveaVd  his  gracious  name 

V  V     And  chang'd  my  mouFnful  ft^te. 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  drearh. 

The  grace  appear 'd  fo  great. 
7i  The  world  beheld  the  glor'ous  change^ 

And  did  thy  hand  confefs  : 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  ftrains,. 

And  fung  furprifmg grace. 

3  Great  is.  the  work,  my  neighbours  cry'd. 
And  own'd  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 

Great  is  the  work,  my  heart  reply 'd, 

And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkell  fkieSp 
Gan  give  us  day  for  night, 

Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Lee  thofe  who  fow  in  fadnefs,  wait 
'Till  the  fair  harveft  conje  ; 

They  fhall  confefs  their  fheaves  are  great/ 
And  fhout  the  bleffings  home. 

6  Tho'  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  dufV,n||    ; 
It  ihan't  deceive  their  hope  ! 

The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  cxopo 


±p  PSALM    CXXVlf. 

PSALM    CXXVIL  Long  Metre. 

The  hujfing  of  God  on  the  bufinejs  and  comforis 

of  life, 

1  TF  God  fucceed  not  ;  all  the  coft 

X  And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  lof!  ; 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 

2  What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done. 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  your  bread. 
To  ihun  that  poverty  your  dread  ? 

3  *Tis  all  in  vain  'till  God  hath  bleft  ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  \ 
Children  and  friends  are  bliflings  too. 
If  God  our  fov'reign  makes  them  fo. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obed'ent  children,  faithful  friends  ! 
How  fvveet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love. 

^SALM    CXXVir.    Common  Metere. 

God  Ari  in  AIL 

1  TF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
JL   The  builders'  work  in  vain  ; 

And  towns,  without  his  Wakeful  eyej, 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 
You^ainful  work  renew  ; 

And  tiffthe  ftars  afcend  the  fkies. 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  your  fatP, 
In  vain,  'till  God  has  bleO:  ; 

But  if  his  fmilcs  attend  your  care,  * 
You  fhall  have  food  and  reft. 

-^^Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  fviends 


PSALM     CXXVIII.  CXXIX.    ^73 

Shall  real  bleffings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  love. 

PSALM    CXXVIIL 

Family  bleffings, 
I   /^  Happy  man  whofe  foul  is  fill'd 

V-/  With  zeal  anjd  rev'rend  awe  ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield. 

His  life  adorns  the  law. 
1  A  careful  providence  (hall  {land-^ 

And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labors  of  thy  hand 

Its  kindly  bleffings  (bed. 

3  Thy  \mlQ  iliall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 
Thy  children  round  thy  board. 

Each  like  a  plant  of  honor  fhine. 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  (hall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil 
For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 

The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Shall  fend  thee  bleffings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 
Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe  ; 

Shall  fee  the  fmking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world *in  peace. 

PSALM   CXXIX, 

Perfecutors  punijhed, 

^  T  T^  fj'om  my  youth,  may  Ifrel  fay,    ' 

IsJ    Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears  ; 
My  griefs  were'conftant  as  the  day, 
And  ted'ous  as  the  years,  ^ 


^7^  PSALM    CXXX. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 
Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 

Oft  they  affail'd  my  riper  age. 
But  not  deftroyd  my  life. 

3  Their  cruel  plow  had  torn  my  flefh, 
With  furrows  long  and  deep, 

Hourly  they  vex*d  my  wounds  afrefll, 
Nor  let  my  forrow^  (kep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne. 
And,  with  impartial  eye, 

Mealiur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
And  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  infoflnce  furpris'd 
To  hear  his  thunders  roll  ! 

And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul  ! 

6  Thus  fliall  the  men  who  hate  the  faints 

Be  blafted  from  the  fKy  ; 
Their  glory  fade,  their  courage  faint, 
And  ail  their  projects  die. 

[7  What  the'  they  flourifh  tall  and  fair, 

They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  fliall  periih  in  defpair, 

And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 

[8  So  corn  which  on  the  houfe-top  ftands,' 

No  hope  of  harveft  gives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'r  fhall  fill  his  hands, 

Nor  binder  ;fold  the  iheaves. 
9  It  fprings  and  withers  on  the  place  ; 

No  traveller  beftows 
A  word  of  blefling  on  the  grafs, 

Nor  minds  it.a^  he  goes.] 


PSALM  CXXX.  Common  Metre. 

Pardoning  grace, 
I  ^^UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diflrefs/ 

kJ  The  borders  of  defpair, 
li  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 

My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

a  Great  GoD»  fhouid  thy  feverer  eye. 

And  thine  impartial  hand 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 

No  niortal  iiefh  could  ftand* 
3  But  there  are  pardons  w^ith  my  Gqd 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood 

To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 
^  [4  I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 

With  ftrong  defires  1  wait  ; 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word. 

Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.  J 

[5  Juil  as  the  guards  who  keep  the  night 
Long  for  the  morning  fkies. 

Watch  the  firil  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes  ; 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 
And  more  intent  than  they, 

Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of  thy  face. 
And  finds  a  brighter  day-] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrel  truft, 
Let  I/r'el  feek  his  face, 

The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  jud, 
And  plent'ous  in  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  thrp;^ 
For  fmners  long  endav'd  ; 

The  ^reat  Redeemer  h  his  Son  » 
And //»/ ftiall  be  fav'd. 


n^^   PSALM   CXXX.  CXXXI. 

PSALM     CXXX.    Long  Metre. 

Pardoning  grace. 

1  T7R0M  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  tho*ts> 
X!    To  thee  my  God,   I  raife  my  cries  • 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
Ko  flelh  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 

a  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace. 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there  ; 
That  fjnners  may  approach  thy  face. 
And  hope  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait. 
And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  day. 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  : 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  fhall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  niourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace. 
Thro'  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 

He  turns  our  feet  from  fmful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done, 

PSALM    CXXXI. 

Humility  and  juhmijfion. 
I    TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? 

jL      Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  : 
Or  do  I  a(5l  a  haughty  part  ? 

Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 
7,  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftill. 

And  all  my  carri'ge  mild, 
Content,  my  Father  with  thy  will, 

And  quiet  as  a  child. 


PSALM     QXXXlh  a^j 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind         , 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd. 

And  truft  a  faithful  Lord.  ^ 

PSALM     CXXXIL     Long  Metre.    ^ 

At  the  Jetihment  of  a  church  ;    or,  thedrdins^ 
tlon  of  a  minifier.  '  '        ** 

2  T  71 7  HERE  fhall  we  go  to  feek  ah^  6^1 

V  V    An  habitation  for  our  GoD, 
A  dv/elling  for  th'  eternal  mind 
Amongft  the  fons  of  flefh  and  blood ! 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
Of  ZioHy  for  his  ancient  reil ; 

And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill. 

His  church  is  with  his  prefence  bled. 

3  **  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
**  And  reign  for  ever,"  faith  the  Lord  \ 

**  Here  fhall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known^ 
**  And  bleffings  fhall  attend  my  word. 

4  *^  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
**  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  ; 
**  Sinners  who  wait  before  my  door 

*'  With  fweet  provifion  fhall  be  fed. 

5  *'Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth'd  with  grace, 
**  My  priefls,  my  miniflers  fhall  fhine  ; 

"  Not  Aaron  in  his  coflly  drefs» 
**  Made  an  appearance  fo  divine. 

6  **  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

"  Their  inv/ard  joys,  fliall  fnout  and  fing  ; 
**  The  Son  of  David  here  fhall  reign, 
■  Z. 


^78  PSALM    CXXXir. 

**  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

[7  *'  My  Son  fhall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 
"  Born  here  t'uphold  his  glo'rous  name  ; 
'*  His  crown  fn'ail  fiourifh  on  his  head, 
*♦  While  all  his  foes  are cloth'd  w ith  fhame. "] 

PSALM    CXXXIL    CommonMetre. 
J  church  eflablijhed. 

£i   "VJO  deep  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes 

X  i|      Good  David  would  afford, 
^Till  he  had  found,  below  the  ikies, 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name. 
His  ark  was  fettl'd  there  ; 

To  Zion  the  whole  nation  came. 
To  worfhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  But  we  have  no  fuch  lengths  to  go. 
Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 

Where-e'er  thy  faints  alTemble  now, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God,] 

Pause. 

4.  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife  ! 

And  enter  to  thy  reft, 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes,, 

Thus  to  be  ownd  and  bleft. 

5  Enter  withal  thy  glor'ous  train, 

Thy  fpirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  which  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vow 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  ipread  i 
Blefs  the  provifions  q(  thy  houfe, 


PSALM    GXXXIII.  279 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign. 
Let  God's  anointed  fhine  ; 

Juilice  and  truth  his  courts  maintainy    '' 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine, 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lalling  throne, 
And  as  his  kingdom  grov^^s, 

Frefh  honors  fhall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  ihame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM   CXXXIIL    Common  Metre, 

Brotherly  love. 

1  T    O  what  an  entertaining  fight 
i  ^     Are  brethren  who  agree, 

Brethren,  whofe  chearful  hearts  unite 
In  bonds  of  piety  I 

2  V/hen  dreams  of  love  from  Chrift  the  fpring 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul. 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing;, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  i 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  divinely  fweet. 
On  Aaron  s  rev'rend  head, 

The  trick 'ling  drops  perfum'd  his  fe^t. 
And  o'er  his  gannents  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 
Which  fall  on  ZMs  hill, 

Where  God' his  mildeft  glory  fhews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

PSALM     CXXXIIL     Short  Metre, 

Communion  of  faints  ;  or,  love  and  worjhip  in 

a  family, 
t    TJ  LEST  are  the  fons  of  peace 
X)     Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one. 


a8o  PSALM    CXXXIII. 

Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  plcafc, 
Through  all  their  a6lions  run. 

1  Bleft  is  the  pious  houfc 
Where  zeal  and  friendftiip  meet, 

Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows 
Make  their  commun'on  fweet. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 
They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread> 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hiUs, 
The  faints  are  bleft  above, 

Where  joy  like  morning  dew  diftils^ 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

PSALM     CXXXIIL 

The  blejjings  of  friend/hip. 

2  T  T  O  W  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 
JLJL      Kindred  and  friends  agree. 

Each  in  their  proper  ftation  move. 

And  each  fulfil  their  part 

With  fympathifing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  ! 

1  *Tis  like  the  ointment  fhed 

On  Aaron  s  facred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet  ; 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes  and  bleft  his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful  ftiow'rs  of  rain 
Which  water  all  the  plain, 

Defcending  from  the  neighb 'ring  "hills  ; 
Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 


PSALM   eJtXXm  X})fXXV,-ISi 

Through  ev'ry  frien<ily  fotil, 
Where  love  like  heav 'nly de w  diflils , 

PSALM     CXXXIV, 
l)aily  (smd  ni^hUydeH^oiMn-, 

,1  "VTE  who^obey  th*  immortalKiTigV 

X      Attend  his  holy  place, 
Bow  $a  the  glories  of  his-  pow'r. 
And  blefs  his  wond'rous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  lightj 
And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  ; 

Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  nighfr" 
Above  the  ftarry  (ky. 

3  The  God  of  Xion  chears  your  hearts 
With  fays  of  quick'ning  grace  ;  '      " 

The  God  who  fpread  the  heav'ns  abrGacf, 
And  rules  the  fweiling  feas, 

PSALM  .CXXXV.  FirflPart:  Long  Met, 
The  chv.fch-if  ^od's  houje  arid  cars.     ' 

1  l^R  AISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  exalt  his  naHiC, 
A.    While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  jvait,  • 

Ye  faints,  who  to  liis  fioufe  belongj 

Or  iland  attending  at  jiis  gate',    ^'«-  ^'  >      ' 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lor'd  ;  the  Lor^Ts  gpoi^ 
To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  emplpv  ; 
Ijrel  he  chofe  of  old  \  aria  flill 

His  church  is  Ms  pec ul'ar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  feints 
He  treats  his  ferVants  as  his  fnends  ;     '■ 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore- cornplaints* 
Repents  thi' forrows  whlcB Tie  it>^&%.    /"'* 


a82  PSALM    CXXXV, 

4  Thro'  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 
His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppreflbrs  rod 
Tie  gives  his  fufF'ring  fervants  reft. 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love,. 
People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  : 
His  church  is  his  Jerufalem. 

PSALM     CXXXV.     Second  Part. 

The  works  of  creation^  providence ^  refhmption 
of  Ifrael,  and  deJlruBion  of  enemies, 

1  /^^  RE  AT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high, 
VJT  Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  throne  ;. 

What-e'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  or  fea, 
Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 
The  light'nings  flafh,  the  thunders  roar^ 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  temped,  from  his  airy  ftore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt !  thro'  thy  ftubborn  land  ; 
When  aH  thy  firft  born,  beafts  and  men. 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4.  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifrely  whom  his  hand  redeem'd. 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flavel 

5  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace^, 
Who  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell  4 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  polTefs, 
Whence  thofe  apellate  angels  fell. 


PSALM   eXXXy;  2lf 

PSALM    CXXXV.    Common  Metre. 
Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  idols, 

1  A  Wake,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King, 
JL\.     Your  fweeteft  paffions  raife. 

Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  fmg, 
Increafmg  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord  ;  and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ  ; 

But  ftill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne. 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  ; 
He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ; 

Light'ning  and  ftorm  at  his  command 
Sweep  through  the  founding  fkies. 

4  All  pow'r  which  gods  or  kings  have  ciaim'd 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  fhould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  ftocks  or  ftones  they  truft 
Can  give  them  Ihow'rs  of  rain  r 

In  vain  they  worihip  glitt'ring  duft. 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain  ! 

[6  Their  gods  have  tongues  which  cannot  talk^ 

Such  as  their  makers  gave  : 
Their  feet  were  ne'er  defign'd  to  walkj, 

Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf> 
Nor  .hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 

Mortals,  who  wait  for  their  relief^  ' 

Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

8  New-Engknd,  know  thy  living  G(>l>s, 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; ' 

He  makes  thy  churches  his  abode. 
And  claims  thine  honors  tkeie^ 


ai4  PSALM    CXXXVI. 

PSALM  CXXXVL  Common  Metre. 

God*s  wonders  of  creation ^  providence^  redemp- 
tion of  Ifrael,  and  f ah  at  ion  of  his  people. 

1  /"^  I VE  thanks  to  Go  d  the  fov'reign  Lord, 
\jjr  His  mercies  fiill  endure^ 

And  be  the  King  of  kings  adored  : 
His  truth  is  ever  fu re. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  f 
Hotu  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  Tea  he  fram'd  alone, 
Hgw  wide  is  his  command  f  - 

3  The  fun  fiipplies  the  diy  with  light. 
How  bright  his  counfels  fjine  ! 

The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night  : 

His  w&rks  are  all  divine. 
[4  He  ftruck  the  Tons  of  Egypt  dead, 

Hgw  dreadful  is  his  tod  ! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  : 

How  gracious  is  our  GoD  ! 

5  He  cleft  the  fweiling  fea  in  two  ; 
His  arm  is  great  in  might. 

And  gave  the  tribes  a  paifage  through  v 
His  grace  and pow'r  unite. 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  ; 
Hew  ghrcus  ere  his  ways  ! 

And  brought  his  faints  thro'  d'efart  gronad  : 

Eternal  be  his'praife. 
^  Great  monarchy  fell  B^n'eath  his  hand  ;. 

Viflorous  is  his  j'^ord  ; 
V/hile  Jjr'el  took  the  pfoniis'd  hnd  : 

And  faithful  is  his  '^hrd.'^ 
S  He  iaw  the  natiens  ^zz^  iafin' ; 

He  felt  his  pity  rnevc  ; 
Hew  fad  the  ft«te  the  world  was  in^  ? 

How  bourjleji  -ibei^,  itis  ktst  / 


PSALM    CXXXVL  285 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  woe. 
His  goodnefs  never  fails  ! 

From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 
Andfiill  his  grace  prevails, 

10  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'nly  King  5 
His  mercies  Jim  endure. 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing  : 
His  truth  i:  ever  Jure. 

PSALM    CXXXVL 
I   /^  IVE  thanks  to  God  moft  high, 

V-T  The  univerfal  Lord, 
The  fov'reign  King  of  kings. 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

His  pouur  and  grace 

Are  ft  ill  the  fame  i 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

1  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ? 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas. 
And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  fill  endure; 

And  ever  fur  e 

Abides  thy  word, 
3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light  ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars, 
To  chear  the  darkfome  night. 

His  powW  and  grace 
^  Are  fill  the  fame  :  , 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 
[4  He  fmote  the  firfl  born  fons, 


%^  PSALM    CXXXVI. 


The  flowV  of  Egypt,  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  Jlill  endure  ;, 
And  ever  Jure 
Abides  thy  word. 

5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  red  fea  in  two  ; 
And  foT  his  people  made 

A  wond'rous  paifage  throiigh.. 
His  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  fill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlejs  praije, 

6  But  cruel  Pharach  there 
With  all  his  hoft  he  drown'd  ; 
And  brought  his  IJrel  fafe 
Through  a  long  defart  ground 

Thy  mercy.  Lord, 
Shall Jiill  endure  ; 
And  evtr  Jure 
Abides  thy  word. 

Pause.' 

7  The  Kings  of-  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  ov/n  fervants  took 
Poffeflion  of  their  land. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  Jim  the  Jame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Hcn)e  endlejs  praije.\ 

8  He  faw  tl^e  nations  lie 


PSALM    CXXXVI.  >j«| 

All  periihing  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  hd  ftate 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

Thy  mercy,  hordy 

ShallJiiU  endure; 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  word. 

9  He  fent  his  only  "Son 
To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  fatan,  fin  and  death. 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  J}  ill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endJeJs  praife, 

to  Give  thanks  aloud  to  Goa, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  King ; 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

Thy  mercy  J  Lord, 

Shall Jiill  endure  ; 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  word, 

PSALM  CXXX VL  Abridged.  LongMetrCc 

1  /^  1 VE  to  the  Lord  immortal  praife  ! 
VJT  Mercy  and  t^uth  are  all  his  ways  ! 

Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong. 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lord^,  renown, 
The  King' of  kings,  with  g^Iory  crown, 
H's  mercies  ever  ff? all  endure, 

When  lords  anci  kings  a're  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  He  fpreai  t\i^  fky. 


l««         PSALM    CXXXVIII. 

And  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong. 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Jong, 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light. 
He  bids  the  moon  dired  the  night  ; 
His  me?ries  ever  Jh all  endure, 

When  funs  and  moons  fhall  (hine  no  more. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand. 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  ! 
Wonders  cf  grace  to  God  belong. 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your^fong, 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  infm, 
And  felt  his  pity  work  v/ithin  : 
His  mercies  ever  Jh  all  endure, 

When  death  and  fm  fhall  reign  no  more, 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong. 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  yourfong, 

8  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet. 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat  ; 

His  mercies  ever  Jhall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  fliall  be  no  more. 

PSA.LM   CXXXVIII.    Long  Metre. 
Rejloring  and  prejerving  grace. 
iT  y^  Tit  H  all  mypow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue 
V  V     I'll  praifc  my  Maker  in  my  fong  ; 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 
[2  Angels  v/ho  make  thy  church  their  cai"C 
Shall  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 
While-  holy  zeal  dire6ls  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  (kies,} 


PSALM    GXXXIX.  7^ 

3  1^1  fing thy  triitKi  aii^  mferey^llfra?  ^     ^ 
I '11  fmg  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 

Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 
So  niuGh  thy  pow'r  and  glory  ftiow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe  ; 
He  heard  me  and  fubdu'd  jmy  foes  ; 

He  did  my  rifmg  fears  controul, 

And  ftrength  diffused  through  all  my  foul. 

5  The  God  of  heav*n  maintains  his  ftate. 
Frowns  on  the  proud  and  fcorns  the  great. 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  fee 

The  fons  of  humble  poverty. 

6  Amidft  a  thoufand  fnares  I  ftand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  I 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive. 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins. 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  : 
The  work  which  wifdom  undertakes 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.i^/r/?P.?r/.LongMetre 

The  all-fesing  God. 

I T    Ord,thouha{l  fearch'd  and  fee^^  me  thro  : 

jLi  Thine  eyes  command  with  piercing 

My  riling  and  my  relling  hours,  [view 

My  heart  and  fleih,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own,     , 
Are  to  my  God  <liftin£lly  known  ; 

He  kno"y^s  the  words  1  mean  to  fpeak 
E'er  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  tijy  circling  pow^rl  ftapd  ; 
On  ev'ryfi^e  Irfind.thy^and,: 


Z9c^         PSALM,   CXXXIX. 

Awake,  aflcep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  Goq. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great  ! 
What  large  extent  !  what  lofty  height  ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boaftj 
Are  in  the  boundlefs  profpefl  loft. 

5  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poffefs  7tiy  breajl 
IVhere-e'tr  I  rove  where-e^er  I  refi  ! 
Nor  let  my  meaner  pajjtons  dare 
Conjent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 

Pause      I. 

6  Could  I  fo  fal(^,  fo  faithlefs  prove. 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  {h.un# 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

7  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 

*Tis  there  thou  dwell'ft  enthroned  ia  light. ; 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns. 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  his  chains. 

8  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
I  fly  beyond  the  JVeJiern  fea, 

Thy  fwifter  hand  would  tirft  arrive, 
And  there  arreft  thy  fugiiive. 

9  Or  fnould  I  try  to  iliun  thy  fight 
Beneath* the  fpreadin'g  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  ol  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

I  o  G  rmy  thefe  thoifghts  poffefs  my  hreafi 
Whsrg'.:e:er  1  rove  wkere-e*er  I  reji  ! 
Nor  let  r.iy  meaner  paffions  dare 
Conjent  tiftrit  for  God  is  there, 

P^A    U    S    E      II. 
1!  The  veil  of  iijgiit  is  ivo  diiguife,;^ 


PSALM    CXXXIX.  2$E 

Nor  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes  ^ 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Thro*  midnight  ihades,  as  blazing  noon,   . 

12  Midnight  and  noon,  in  this  agree. 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee. 
Nor  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy. 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

1 3  0  may  thefe  thoughts  pojjefs  my  bre/ift  - 
JVhere-e'-er  I  rove^  where-e*er  I  reji  I 
Nor  let  my  meaner  pajftons  dare 

Conjent  to  fin  ^  for  God  is  ther^,        ...     - 

PSALM    CXXXIX.   Second  Part.  : 

The  wonderfu  I  formation  of  rruin.  '• 

1*'^  I  ^VVAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came;' 

JL    A  work  of  fuch  a  cur'ous  frame  V   " 

In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  (hine,  J 

And  each  proclaim  thy  will  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey. 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took. 
Formed  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam^d. 
And  what  thy  fov* reign  counfels  framed, 
(The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart) 
Were  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  lad,  to  fhew  my  Maker's  name^ 
God  (lamped  his  image  on  my  frame^ 
And  in  fome  unknown  moment  jain'd 
The  finifhM  members  to  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  beganv 
And  all  the  paffions  of  the  man  : 

Great  Goto,  cmi*  itifant  i^ttrr^  pays  ' 


jp  PSALM    CXXXIX, 

Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 
Pause. 

6  Lord,  fmce  in  my  advancing  age 
Pve  adted  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o*er. 

And  count  each  fand  which  makes  the  {hore, 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thefe  on  mv  heart  are  ftill  impxeft, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reit  : 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  his  love  polTefs  my  mind. 

PSALM    CXXXIX.  Third  Part. 

SiricerityprQfcfs'd, andgraee tried ;  orj-he hearr 

Jearching  God. 
I    A/TY  God,  what  inv/ard  grief  I  feel 
X?A.  When  imp*ous  men  tranfgrefs  thy 

1  mourn,  to  hear  their  lips  prophane,     [will, 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  foul  deteil  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ; 
Thpfe  who  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 

I  count  them  .enemies  to  me.  I 

7   Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  ev'ry  thought  J 

Tho'  my<>wn -heart  accufe  me  not 

Of  walking ^n, a. falfe  difguife,    •' 

I  beg  th§  tri^l  of  thine  eyes 

4  Dotli  fecret^mifchief  lurk  within  ? 

Do  ^lndvlg:ei'i^m.e  unknown  fin  } 

O  turn  my  feej^.iyhen  €-er,  Lftray,    . 


PSALM  CXXXIX.  293 

And  lead  me  in  thy  perfedl  way. 

PSALM  CXXXIX./'/r/^Pfir/.  Com,  Met. 

God  is  every  where. 
I   TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 

X     In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 

The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

*  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  .rifmg  and  my  reft. 
My  public  walks,  my  privatfe  ways. 

And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 
Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 

And  e'er  my  lips  pronounce  the  wordj 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge  deep  and' high. 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ! 

Within  thy  circling  arms  1  lie, 
Befet  on  Qv'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  fHlT, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove. 

To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  iD, 
Secar*d  by  fov'reign  love. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  where  (hall  guilty  fouls  retire. 
Forgotten  ai^d  unknown  ; 

In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire. 
In  heav'n  thy  glor'ous  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath. 
To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine. 

Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death,, 
And  make  the  grave  refign.  ^ 

A  az 


294  PSALM     CXXXIX. 

8  If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning-light^ 
I  fly  beyond  the  fVeft, 

Thy  hand,  which  muli:  fupport  my  flight. 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 

9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  thp  night, 

Thofe  flaming  eyes  which  guard  thy  law. 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 

10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight-hour. 
Are  both  alike  to  thee  t 

0  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow*r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee ! 

PSALM      CXXXIX.      Second   Fart. 
*The  zuijdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of  man, 

1  T  If  THEN  I  with  pleafing  wonder  ftand* 

V  V       And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work  ;  I  own,  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  poflefl: 
Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 

Thj^wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd. 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd 
The  growth  of  ev'ry  part : 

'Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  Tea,  and  fire  and  wind,. 
Shew  me  thy  wond'rous  flcill  ^ 

But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  (till. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhinC;, 
My  fiefh  proclaims  thy  praife  j 


*P:SALM  CXXXIX.  GXLI.     ^9^ 

Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature,  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 
PSALM  CXXXIX.   Third  Part, 
The  mercies  cfGod  innumerable. 
An  Evening  Pfalm. 

1  ,T    ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
'  l^j     They  ftrike  me  with  furprife  ; 

Not  all  the  fands  which  fpread  thq  fliore 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

2  My  ftefh  with  fear  and  wonder  (lands. 
The  product  of  thy  Ikill ; 

And  hourly  bleffings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me ! 

O  may  the  hour  which  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 
FS-ALM     CXLL 

JVatchfulnefs  and  brotherly  reproof, 
A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalm.  ¥ 

l"^  iTY  God,  accept  my  early  vows 

xVX  Likemorning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe;, 
And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  facrifice. 

2  Watch  o'ermylip^,andguard them,  Lord  ^ 
From  ev'ry  rafii  and  heedlefs  word  ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead, 

3  O  may  the  right'oiis,  when  I  flray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my^wand'ring  way  I 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  (hedj 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head* 


1^6  PSALM    CXLIf. 

4  When  I  behold  them  preft  with  grief 
I'll  cry  to  hcav'n  for  their  relief; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

PSALM     CXLIL 

God  is  the  hope  of  the  helplefs, 

I  'TnO  God  I  made  my  forrow^s  known> 

X       From  God  I  fought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne, 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief, 

%  My  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  wocs^ 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows. 

He  knows  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  ev'ry  fide  I  caft  mine  eye. 
And  found  my  helpers  gone. 

While  friends  and  ftr angers  paf&'d  me  by^ 
Neglefted  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry. 
And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 

••  Thou  art  my  Portion  when  1  die, 
Be  thou  my  Refuge  here.'* 

5  Lord,  1  am  brought  exceeding  low,. 
Now  let  thine  ear  attend  ; 

And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
I've  an  Almighty  friend. 

t>  From  my  lad  prifon  fet  me  irtty 
Then  fhall  I  praife  thy  name  ; 

And  holy  men  fhall  join  with  nae 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 


PSALM     CXLIIL  2^ 

PSALM    CXLIIL  [ 

Complaint  ofheuvy  affliB'tonsm mind  and  bodp 
I IV  yf'Y  right'ous  Judge,  my  graqious  Gorj, 
xVl:  Hear  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abro«^d, 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne, 

0  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known  ! 

2  Let  judgment  riot  agalnft  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  ! 
Should  juilice  call  us  to  thy  har. 

No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  which  burden  me  ; 
Down  to  the  dull:  my  Irfe  is  brought. 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot.  '-^ 
4-  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen. 

My  heart  is  defolate  v^ithin  :  >; 

My  thoughts  in  mufmg  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  deiive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 

To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up  ;  ^. 

1  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 

And  thirft  like  parched  lands  for  rain.  * 

6  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove. 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God.  thy  long  delay  tofave 

^Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  ;        :\    \ 
My  heart  growls  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye,^; 
Make  hafie  to  help,  before  I  die.  :  ^,  ;. 

8  The>night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diilreffing  pains,  diilreffing  fears  ; 
O  might  I  hear  thiy  morning  voice^ 


*93  PSALM   CaLIV. 

How  would  my  weary 'd  pow'rs  rejoice ! 
9(  In  thee  1  truft,  to  thee  I  figh. 
And  lift  nay  heavy  foul  on  high  : 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day. 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  fhow 
Which  is  the  path  my  feet  (hould  go  ; 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

I  fly  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

1 1  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  v/i'l, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill ; 
Let  the  good  fpirit  of  thy  love 
Conduft  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

1 2  Then  fhall  my  foul  no  more  complaih, 
The  tempter  then  (hall  rage  in  vain  : 

And  flefh,  which  was  my  foe  before. 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 

PSALM     CXLIV.     Firfi  Fart, 

Affiftanct  and  viSlory  in  the  fpirit  ual  warfare. 

1  T^OR  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
jL       My  Saviour  and  my  fhield  ; 

He  fends  his  fpirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  fm  r.nd  hell  their  .force  unite. 
He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 

Inftru6ls  me  to  the  heav'nly  fight. 
And  guards  me  thro'  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 
Doth  my  weak  courage  raife  ; 

He  makes  the  glor'ous  vi6l'ry  mine. 
And  his  (hall  be  the  praife. 


PSALM    CXLLV.  CXLV.    09^ 

PSALM     CXLIV.     Second  Paf^L 

The  vanity,  of  man  ^  and  condefcenfion  of  G^* 

1  T    ORD,  what  is  man  poor  feeble  man* 
1  A  Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ^ 

His  life  a  (hadovy^,  light  and  vain. 
Still  hafting  to  the  duft. 

2  O  what  is  feeble  dying  Hian, 
Or  any  of  his  race 

That  God,  (hould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  f 

3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  dowa* 
Who  (hakes  the  world  above, 

And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frow«. 
How  wond'rous  is  his  iove  ! 

PSALM    CXLIV.    Third  Pan. 

Grace  above  riches  ;  or,  the  happy  nation, 

1  T_T  \PPY  the  city  where  their  fons 
XJl   Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet. 

And  daughters  bria;ht  as  polifh'd  ftones, 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  ftate. 

2  Happy  the  country  where  t'  ;   -^i^ep^ 
Cattle  and  corn,  have  large  iacr  r.r ":  -^ 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  (l:?. 
Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endowed. 
But  more  divinely  bled  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  all-fuifficient  God 
Hirafelf  v/lth  all  his  grace  beftows. 

PSALM-   CXLV.    Long  Metre. 

The  greafnefs  of  God. 
I    \  yf"  Y  Go  D ,  my  lii  vig^  tKy  .var 'ous rpraife 
JlYJl  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  j 


3to  PSALM     CXLV. 

Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
■'Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fhall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fun  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endlefs  ftream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift  ;  thine  anger  flow. 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  fhine  ; 
And  fpeak  thy  Majefty  divine  ; 

All  nations  round  their  fhores  proclaim 
The  found  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceffion  of  thy  praife  : 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways  ; 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife ! 

PSALM     CXLV.     FirJiPart. 
The  greatnefs  of  God. 

1  T    ONG  as  1  live,  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 
ij     My  King,  my  God  of  love  ; 

My  work  and  joy  fliall  be  the  fame 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown. 
And  let  his  praife  be  great  ; 

I'll  fmg  the  honors  of  thy  throne. 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 


PSALM    CXLV.  3^1 

3  Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue. 
And  while  my  lips  rejoice. 

The  men  who  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  joki  their  chearful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  fhall  teach  thy  name, 
And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim. 
And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glor'ous  deeds  of  ancient  date 
Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 

Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  ftate. 
With  public  fplendor  fhown. 

6  The  world  is  raanag'd  by  thy  hands. 
Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  ; 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  ftands 
Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

PSALM     CXLV.     Second  Part, 

The  goodnefs  of  God. 

1  O  WEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
O     My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  \ 

Let  age  to  age  thy  right'oufnefs 
In  fongs  of  glory  fing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 
His  goodnefs  to  the  Ikies  ^ 

Thro'.the  wholS  earth  his  bounty  fliines, 
^d  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  for  daily  food. 

Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat. 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compaflions,  Lord! 
How  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 

Bb 


302  PSALM    CXLV. 

How  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  foul  he  loves. 

5  Creatures  with  all  their  endlefs  race 
Thy  power  and  praife  proclaim  ; 

But  faints  who  tafte  thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM     CXLV.     Third  Part. 

Mercy  to  Jufferers  :    or,   God  hearing  fray  er, 

i    T    ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 

1  ^     Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all  \ 
Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak. 
And  raife  the  poor  who  fall. 

2  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diflreft 

Beneath  fome  proud  opprefTors  frown. 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  tott'ring  days. 
And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 

Holy  and  juft  are  all  thy  ways, 
And  all  thy  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel. 
He  hears  his  children  cry. 

And  their  bed:  wifhes  to  fulfil. 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 
From  men  of  heart  fmcere 

He  faves  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 

Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 
[6  His  Oiubborn  foes  his  f word  fhall  flay. 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 
But  none  who  ferve  the  Lord  fhall  fay, 

**  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain," 


PSALM    CXLVI.  303 

[7  My  lips  Ihall  dwell  upon  his  praife. 

And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 

The  honors^of  their  God.] 

PSALM     CXLVL     Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth, 

I  TJK.AISE  ye  the  Lord ;  my  heart  {hall  join 

A    In  works  fo  pleafant,  fb  divine  \ 
Nor  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God, 

1  Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobleil  pow'rs, 
While  immortality  endures  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  pad. 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft. 

3  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  \ 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft  ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pom.p  andpowV, 
And  thoughts,  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man  wliofe  hopes  rely 
On  IfreVs  God  !  he  made  the  fky, 
And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train. 
And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  : 

He  faves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 
He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace. 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  I 
The  Lord  fupports  the  fmking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 

The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

7  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well. 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 


304  PSALM   CXLVI. 

Thy  GoDj  O  Tim  !  ever  reigns  ; 
Praife  him  in  everlafting  drains  ; 

PSALM    CXLVL 

Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth, 

I    T  'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  t 
X  And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  fliali  ne'er  be  paft 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  \ 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  dufi: ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flefh  and  blood  : 
Their  breath  depaits  their  pomp  and  pow'r,. 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

Nor  can  they  make  >their  promife  good. 

3  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  IfreVs  God  !  he  made  the  (ky, 

And  earth  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  \ 
His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  ; 
He  faves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 
4.  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind-; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  iinkingi.mintf ; 

He  fends  the  lab'rii^^confcience  peace  ^ 
He  helps  the  ftra-nger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints  \  he  knows  them  weljv 
But  turns  the  v/icked  down  to  hell : 
Thy  God,  O  Zion  !  eyer  reigns  t 
Let  evVy  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age,. 
la  this  exalted  work  engage  : 


PSALM    CXLVIL  305 

Praife  him  ineverlafting  ftrains. 

6  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praife  fliall  ne'er  be  paft 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM    CXLVIL     Firjl  Part. 
The  divine  nature j  providence  and  grace. 

1  TJRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  to  raife 
jl.    Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  ; 

His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerujalem^ 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames; 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  : 
His  wifdom's  vafl,  and  knows  no  bound  ; 
A  deep,  where  ail  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might ; 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  jufi. 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high. 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  all  round  the  fky  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain. 

Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain, 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn. 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  com ;. 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fuppl^> 

B  b2i 


3o6  PSALM     CXLVIL 

And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  Ikill  or  forccp 
The  fprightly  man,  the  warlike  horfe  i 
The  nimble  wit,  the  a£live  limb. 

All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear  » 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM     CXLVn.     Second  Fart. 

SumtTier  and  Winter, 

A  Song  for  America. 

1  r^OLUMB'A !  praife  thy  mighty  God, 
V->  And  make  his  honors  known  abroad| 

He  bids  the  ocean  round  thee  flow  ; 
Not  bars  of  brafs  could  guard  thee  fo. 

2  Thy  children  are  fecure  and  bleft. 
Thy  fhores  have  peace,  thy  cities  reft  \ 
Me  feeds  thy  fons  with  fineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  blelTing  to  their  meat.. 

3  Thy  changing  feafons  he  ordains. 
Thine  early  and  thy  latter  rains  ; 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends^ 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground 
His  hail  defcends  with  clatt'ring  found  ^. 
Where  is  the  man  fo  vainly  bold 

Who  dares  defy  his  dreadful  cold  ? 

5  He  bids  the  Southern  breezes  blow  ; 
The  ice  diffolves,  the  waters  flow  : 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  waysp 
America  !  to  draw  thy  praife.. 


PSALM    CXLVIL  3(17 

6  In  all  thy  climes  his  laws  are  fnown 
Hi?  gofpel  through  the  nation  known  : 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land  :  praife  ye  the  Lord  ! 

PSALM    CXLVIL    Common  Metre  ^ 

The  Seafons  of  the  Tear. 
I T  T  7 1 T  H  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud 

V  V       Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ris  he  fpreads  his  cloud. 

And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  (how*rs  of  bleffing  dowit 
To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 

He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat. 
He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 

But  man,  who  taftes  the  fined  whe^. 
Should  raife  his  honors  high. 

4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  facfe 
Of  the  declining  year  ; 

He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort  his  race. 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow, 
Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  : 

The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When,  from  his  dreadful  ftores  on  high,. 
He  pours  the  ratt'ling  hail, 

The  wretch  who  dares  this  GoD  defy. 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

^  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow. 
The  fields  no  longer  mouift  ; 


3o8         PSALM    CXLViir. 

He  calls  the  warmer  gales. to  blow. 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 

S  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud. 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud, 

Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM    CXLVIIL 

Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures, 
I   ^VTE  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

X    With  heav.'n,  and  earth,  and  feas. 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife* 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  fong. 

^  Thou  fun  with  dazzling  rays. 
And  moon  which  rules  the  night. 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare. 

Ye  floods  on  high, 

And  clouds  which  fiy 

In  empty  air. 

3  The  fliining  worlds  above 
■^n  glor'ous  order  ftand. 

Or  in  fvvift  courfes  move 
By  his  fupreme  command  z 

He  fpake  the  word, 

And  all  their  frame 

From  nothing  came. 

To  praife  tlie  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 


PSALM    CXLVIIL         309 

In  unknown  ages  paft. 
And  each  hisovord  fulfils 
While  time  and  nature  laft. 

In  diff'rent  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wond'rous  name. 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 

Pause. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  fifh  which  cleave  the  feas. 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep. 

From  feaap.d  fhore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difplay 
Their  Maker's  pow'n 

6  Ye  vapours,  hail  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th'  almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  which  blow 
To  execute  his  word  : 

When  lightnings  fhine, 
Or  thuhders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  ikies, 
With  lofty  cedars  there. 

And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
Which  fruit  ii)  plenty  bear* 

Beads,  wild  and  tame, 

Birdsj  flies,  and  worms, 

In  various  forms 

Exalt  his  name. 

8  Ye  kings  and  judges  feaar 


310  PSAITM    CXLVIIL 

The  Lord  the  fov'reign  King '; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here. 
His  heav'nly  honors  fing  : 

Nor  let  the  dream 

Of  pow'r  and  (late 

Make  you  forget 

His  pow'r  fupreme. 

9  Virgins  and  youth  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler'  voices  join  : 

Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 
In  endlefs  drains. 

10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  who  rules  above. 
He  brings  his  people  near 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love  : 

While  earth  and  iky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  fhall  raifc 
His  honors  high. 

PSALM    CXLVHL  Paraphrafed. 

JJn'iverJal fraije  to  God. 

I    T    OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

X-J  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word,  [dwell; 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note.  This  pfalm  may  he  fung  as  the  ll^th 
pfalnif  if  the  two  foUowing  lines  are  added  io 
every  ftanzay  viz.  ^ 


PSALM    CXLVIII.  311 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplaysj 
But  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  praife. 

a  The  Lord  !  hpw  abfolute  he  reigns  i 

Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  ! 

Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  ftrains. 

And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  hif  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  fhining  blifs  : 
Fly  thro'  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  his. 

4.  Awake  ye  tempefts,  and  his  fame 
In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 
And  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  ; 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  fea, 

In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flow'ry  plains  proclaim  his  fkill, 
Vallies  lie  low  before'  his  eye  ; 

And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  (ky. 

7  Ye  ftubborn  oaks  and  (lately  pines. 
Bend  your  high  branches,  and  adore  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  difF'rent  ftrains  ; 
The  lamb  muft  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

8  Birds,  ye  muft  make  his  praife  your  themej 
Nature  demands  a  fong  from  you  : 
While  the  dumb  fifh  which  cut  the  ftream 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  praifes  too. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue. 
When  nature  all  around  you  fings  f 


312  PSALM    CXLVilL 

O  for  a  fhotit  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings  ! 

10  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies. 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  to  his  throne. 

11  Jehovah!  'tis  a  glor'ous  word, 
O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 

But  faints  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 

1 2  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabrel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  : 
From  all  below,  and  all  above. 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM  GXLVIIL  Short  Metre. 
Univerfal  pr-aife, 

1  T    ET  ev*ry  creature  join 

t  ^  To  praife  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Ye  heav'nly  hofts  the  fong  begin. 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams. 
And  moon  w^ith  paler  rays, 

Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames. 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

'^  He  built  thofe  wprlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  Vv'onci'rous  frame  ; 

By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move. 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4-  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 
Or  fall  in  (how'rs  of  fnow, 
Ye  thunders,  murm'ring  round  the  (kies. 
His  pow'r  and  glory  (how. 


PSALM    CXLVIIL  31 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flafhing  fire. 
Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 
His  honojs  be  expreft  ; 

But  faints  who  tafte  his  faving  love 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

Pause     I. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 
They  owe  their  Maker  praife  ; 

Praife  him  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below. 
And  lyionfters  of  the  feas. 

8  From  mountains  near  the  Iky, 
Let  his  high  praife  re  found. 

From  humble  fhrubs  and  cedars  highp 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafts  which  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food. 
And  he  experts  your  praife. 

I  o  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing. 

On  high  his  praifes  bear  ; 
Or  fit  on  flow'ry  boughs,  and  ling 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

I I  Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms. 
His  var'ous  wifdom  fhow  ; 

And^flies  in  all  your  fhining  fwarms, 
Praife  him  who  dreft  you  fo. 

,  1 2  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
.  His  honors  be  expreft  ; 
But  faints  who  know  his  heav'nly  grace, 
Cc 


314  PSAtM     CXLIX. 

Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 

Pause     II. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 
Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King  ; 

Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand 
Whence  all  your  honors  fpring. 

14  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 
To  found  his  praifes  high  ; 

While  growing  babes  and  with'ring  age 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  fhown 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife  ; 
God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  joiR  with  art. 
And  all  pronounce  him  bleft. 

But  faints  who  dwell  fo  near  his  heart 
Should  fmg  his  praifes  beft. 

Psalm*  cxlix. 

Praife  God  all  his  faints  ;  or,  the  faints  judg- 
ing the  world. 

1  A  LL  ye  who  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
jLJl     And  let  your  fongs  be  new  ; 

Amidft  the  church  with  chearful  voice 
His  later  wonders  fhew. 

2  The  Jewsy  the  people  of  his  grace. 
Shall  their  Redeemer  fmg  ; 

And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife. 
While  Zion  owns  her  King.  * 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  jufl  , 

Whom  fmners  treat  with  fcorn  : 
The  meek  who  lie  difpis'd  in  duft, 


PSALM     CL,  315 

Salvation  fhall  adorn- 
4  Saints  fliall  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

Ev'n  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fmg, 

For  God  (hall  raife  the  dead. 

5. Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues. 
Their  hands  fliall  weild  the  fword  : 

And  veng'ance  fhall  attend  their  fongs, 
The  veng'ance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chriil  his  judgment-feat  afcends, 
And  bids  the  world  appear. 

Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  v/ith  iron  rod 
Nations  who  dar'd  rebel : 

And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  fmners  bound  in  chains 
New  triumphs  fhall  afford  ; 

Such  honor  for  the  faints  remains  : 
Praife  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CL. 

A  Jong  of  praife. 

I T N  God 's  own houfe pronounce  his  praife^ 

X     His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  facred  pafTions  move. 
While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  ; 

But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 

3  All  wh@.haye  motion,  life  and  breathy 


-,16  PSALM    CL. 


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Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft  ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death. 
My  foul  fhall  praife  him  befl. 


• 


The  Christian  DOXOLOGY. 
Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One- 
Be  honor,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
Ey  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  ador'd, 
Where'there  are  works  to  make  him  k^ovvn, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre. 

tVhere  the  tuiu  includes  twoj^anzas, 

I. 

'^r^IIE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 

JL       Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  wordf 
And  new-creatinc;  breath. 
iL 
To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 
Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  who  dwell  below 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son,. 
And  blefe  the  Spirit  too 


DOXOLOGI  ES.  317 

Js  the  11  ith  pf aim. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  be 
,JEternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro*  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known. 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne. 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

As  the  I4.^th  pfalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpet*al  honors  raife  \ 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit,  praife  :  • 

With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  fing, 
While  faith  adores. 


THE    END, 


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TABLE 

To  find  out  any   PSALM  or  part  of  a 
Pfalm  by  the  firft  Line  of  it. 

A  Page 

A*LL  ye  who  love  the  Lord,  rejoice  314 

jf\   Almighty  Ruler  of  the  flkies  19 

Amidft  thy  wrath,  remember  love  81 

Among  th*  aflemblies  of  the  great  165 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  173 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  166 

.Are  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fools  115 

Are  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown  29 

Arife,  my  gracious  God  35 

Awake,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King  283 
B 

BEHOLD  the  lofty  Iky  4 1 

Behold  the  love,   the  gen'rous  love  74 

Behold  the  morning  fun  42 

Behold  the  fure  foundation-ftone  242 

Behold  thy  waiting  {er'vant.  Lord  254 

Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God  207 

Blcfl  are  the  fons  of  peace  279 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know  176 

Bkft  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart  245 

Bleft  is  the  man,  for  ever  bleft  65 

Bleft  is  the  man  whofe  bowels  move  88 

Bleft  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place  3 

JBlell  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  67 


TABLE. 

C  Page 

CHi  L  D  R  E  N  in  years  and  knowledge  young  7 1 
Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  7^ 

Come,  let  oar  voices  join  to  raife  194. 

Colarab*a,  praife,  thy  mighty  God  306 

Come,  found  his  praife  abroad  193 

Confider  all  my  forrows.  Lord  257 
D 

DAVID  rejeic'd  in  God  his  ftrength  47 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  as  record  i/^t 
E 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay  123 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  20» 
F 

FAR  as  thy  name  is  known  98 

Father,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  201 

Father,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace  140 

Firm  and  unmovM  are  they  269 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright  61 

Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay  28 

For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord  298 

For  ever  Ihall  my  fong  record  174 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  22  j 

From  all  who  dwell  below  the  Ikies  240 

From  deep  diftiefs  and  treabled  thoughts  276 
G 

GIVE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  220 
Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name  216 

Give  thanks  to  God  moft  high  285 

Give  thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord  284 

Give  to  the  Lord  inrimorta^  praife  287 

Give  to  the  Lord  ye  fons  of  fame  6a 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays  J73 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints  9, 

God  my  fopporter  and  my  hope  149 

God  of  eternal  love  219 


T    A    B    L    E. 

God  of  my  childhood  and  iny  youth  144 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down  84 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife  226 

God  will  arife  in  all  his  might  13^ 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  king  131 

Great  God  attend,  while  Zion  fmgs  168 

Great  God,  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove  162 

Great  God,  indulge  ray  humble  claim  125 
Great  God,  the  heav'n's  well  order'd  frame    44 

Great  God,  whofe  univerfal  fw^y  145 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high  282 

Great  is  the  Lord  :  his  works  of  migHt  229 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  97 

Grejit  fhepherd  of  thine  Ifrael  165 

H 

HAD  not  the  Lord,  may  ^rVfay  268 

Happy  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord  232 

Happy  the  city  v/here  their  ions  299 

Happy  the  man  to  whom  his  God  65 

Happy  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet  5 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  foce  304 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid  177 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  25 
He  reigns  :  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns        196 

He  who  hath  made  his  refuge  God  184 

High  in  the  heav'^ns,  eternal  God  75; 
How  awful  is  chy  chaii'ning  rod                 *      158 

Hew  did  my  heart  rejoice  lo  hear  265 

How  fafi  their  guilt  and  forrow  rife  32 

How  long,  O  Lord  fiiall  I  complj»in  26 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  .    27 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair  367 

How  pleafant  *tis  to  fee  280 

How  pleas'd  and  blefj'd  was  I  266 

How  ftiall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts  248 


TABLE, 

Fags 

I       J 

JEHOVAH  reigns  :  he  dwells  in  light  188 

Jefus,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  228 

Je/us  ihall  reign  wbere-e'er  the  fun      s  146 

ii  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft  272 

If  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny  272 

I  lift  my  foul  to  God  55 

Til  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  71 

rjl  praifc  my  Maker  with  my  breath  304 

I'll  rpeak  the  honors  of  my  King  93 

I  love  the  Lord  :   he  heard  my  cries  23S 

In  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee  293 

In  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not  13 

In  God*s  own  hoafe  pronounce  his  praifc  315 

In  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known  155 

Into  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth  62 

Joy  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  eome  199 

1  fet  the  Lord  before  my  face  34 

Is  theie  ambition  in  my  heart          '       ^  276 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand  206 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  58 

Judges,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  120 
Juft  are  thy  ways  and  true  thy  word              '    38 

1  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  85 

I  will  extol  thee.  Lord,  on  high  6i 

LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife  195 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join  251 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  159 

Let  ev'ry  creature  join  312 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  302 

Let  tinners  take  their  courfe  117 

Let  Sicn  in  her  King  rejoice  ^ 

Let  Zion  a!*d  her  fons  rejoice  205 

Long  as  I  live,  I'll  blefs  thy  naine  300 


TABLE. 

Lord,  hail  thou  caft  Ni'w- England  off  121 

Lord,  I  aoi  thine  :  but  thou  wilt  prove  35 

Lord,  >l  can  fafFer  thy  reb-akes  14 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  iln  hi 

Lord,  1  efteem  thy  judgments  right  250 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  furve/  our  faults  182 

Lord,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear  24. 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  252 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear  1 1 

Lord,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days  70 

Lord,  I  would  fpread  my  (ere  diitrefs  113 

Lord,  of  the  worlds  above  170 

Lord,  thou  haft  caird  thy  grace  to  mind  171 

Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry  241 
Lord,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro'  289 

Lord,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere  37 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  12 

Lord,  'lis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand  188 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  cf  old  90 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  184 

Lord',  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I  149 

Lord,  what  is  m^n,  poor  feeble  man  299 

Lord,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  firft  19 

Lord,  when  I  count  thy  meicies  o'er  295 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high  156 

ho\id  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  310 

Lo  !  what  a  glor'ous  corner-ftone       -.  244 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  iigbt  279 
M 

MAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord  6 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fcng  202 

Mine  eyes  and  my  defirc  57 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  295 

My  God,  confider  my  diftrefs  255 

My  Gcd,  how  many  are  my  fears  9 

My  G^  in  whom  ate  al<  the  fprings  119 


TABLE. 

My  God,  my  cv^rlafting  hope         ^  143 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife  299 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  1 26 

My  God,  the  fleps  of  pious  men  So 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel  292 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  65 

My  never-ceafing  fongs  fhall  {how  jy^ 

My  refHge  is  the  God  of  love  23 

My  right'ous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  297 

My  Saviour,  and  my  King  ^2 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend  143 

My  fhcpherd  is  the  living  Lord  j;i 

My  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need  52 

My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place  168 

My  foul  -lies  cleaving  to  the  dwft  259 

My  foul,  repeat  his  praife  210 

My  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  212 

My  fpirit  looks  to  ®od  alone  123 

My  fpirit  finks  within  me.  Lord  89 

Mv  trufl  is  in  my  heav'nly 'friend  15 
N' 

NO  ileep  nor  flamber  to  his  eyes  278 
Not  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft       235 
Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true     236 

Now  be  my  heart  infpirM  to  iing  93 

Now  from  the  loaring  lion's  rage  50 

Now  Tm  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind  147 

Now  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear  139 

Now  let  our  mournful  fongs  record  50 

Now  may  the  God  of  pow*r  and  grace  45 

Now  plead  my  caufe,  -Almighty  God  y^ 

Now  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid  133 

OAli  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord  239 

O  bleiTed  foals  are  thev  64 
O  blsfs  the  Lord,  my  foul                       *■*"     209 


TABLE 

Of  juftice  Slid  of  grace  I  fing 
O  "for  a  fliout  of  facred  joy 
O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  crief 
O  God  of  grace  and  right'oufnefs 
O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call 
O  happy  man  whofe  foul  is  hWd 
O  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
O  bow  I  love  thy  holy  law 
O  Lord  how  many  are  my  foes 
O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King 
O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rotts  great 
Our  States,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praifc 
O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
O  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour 
O  thou  who  hear'il  when  finners  cry 
O  thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
O  thou  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high 
Our  God,  oar  help  in  ages  paft 
Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs 
O  what  a  ftifF  rebeirous  houfe 
P 

PRAISE  waits  in  Sion,  Lord,  for  thee 
Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name 
Praife  ye  the  Lord  :  my  heart  lliall  join 
Praife  ye  the  Lord  :  *tis  good  to  raife 
Preferve  me.  Lord,  in  time  of  need 
R 

REJOICE  ye  right'ous  in  the  Lord 
Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate 
Return,  O  God  of  love,  return 

s 

SA  LV  \  T' ON  Jc  \\,r  ever  n^Vh 
Si  >^  m<*,  O  God,  t-,e  fwelling  floods 
iia*v  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev*ry  foe 
.^c  a  living  ilcne 
itv.  Lord,  O  Lord  1  forgive 
Sii'ue  mighty  God  on   all  the  'and 
i>ing,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord 


TABLE, 

Page  \ 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud  164 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehjinjah^h  name                ,  192 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  201 

Sing  X.0  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands  195 

Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong  229 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay  59 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God  150 

Sweet  is  the  meni'ry  of  thy  grace  30,1 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  fny  King  1,87 
T 

TEACHmethcuieafureofmydays  %i 

Th'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high  197 

That  man  is  blefl  who  ftands  in  awe  230 

The  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's  54. 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength  36 

The  God  Jehfivah  reigns  200 

The  God  of  glory  fends^  his  fummcns  forth  107 

The  God  of  our  falvation  hears  i  28 

The  God  to  whom  revenge  belongs  i90 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory  Lord  43   ' 

The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face  94 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now  240 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  208 

The  Lord  Jeho'vah  reigns  189 

The  Lord  is  come,  the  heav*ns  proclaim  197 

The  Lord  my  (hepherd  is  53 

The  Lord  ox  glory  is  my  light  59 
The  Lord  g^ g\oty  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  189 

The  Lord,  the  judge,  before  bis  throne  102 

The  Lordv-the  Judge,  his  churches  warns  IC4 

The  Lord  the  fov'reign  King  211 
The  Lord,  the  fovVeign,  fends  his  fummons 

[forth  105 

The  man  is  ever  bled  4 

The  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee  127 
The  wonders.  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought     87 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  379 


TABLE. 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 
This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's 
Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God 
Thoa  God  of  love,  thoa  ever  bieft 
Thro'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God 
Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord 
Thus  I  refolvM  before  the  Lord 
Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields 
Thus  faith  the  L6rd,  your  work  is  vain 
Thus  the  eternal  Father  fpake 
Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 
Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord 
Thy  name.  Almighty  Lord 
Thy  works  of  g'lory,  mighty  Lord 
'Tis  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  (land 
To  God  1  cry'd  with  mournful  voice 
To  God  I  made  my  forrows  known 
To  God  the  great,  the  ever  bleft 
To  heav'n  I  lift  ray  waiting  eyes 
To  our  Almighty  Maker,  God 
To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light 
To  thee,  moft  holy,  and  moft  high 
To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
'Twas  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God 
'Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came 
*Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

u      ^ 

VAIN  man  on  foolilh  pleafures  bent 
Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hill 
Up  from  my  youth  may  7/rV  fay 
Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward  1  lift  mine  eyes 

w 

WE  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft  and  good 
We  love  thee.  Lord,  and  we  adore 
What  (hall  I  render  to  my  God 


T    A    B    L    E. 

Page 

When  Chrill  to  judgment  doth  defcend  ,103 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong  32 

When  God  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  224 

When  God  reftor'd  our  captive  Hate  zjo 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  271 

When  I;r*el  freed  from  Pharaoh^  hand  234 

When  -^Wfins,  the  Lord  reproves  161 

When  I  with  plealing  wonder  (land  294 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  77 

W.hci  overwhelm'd  with  grief  122 

When  pain  and  angaiQi  feize  me,  Lord  260 

When  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft  21 

Where  fhall  the  man  be  found  56 

Where  ftiall  we  go  to  feek  and  find  277 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  76 

While  I  keep  filence  and  conceal  65 

Who  Ihall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place  30 

Who  /hall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  29 

Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  191 

Why  did  the  Jeius  proclaim  their  rage  % 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  fiay  7 

Why  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor  10 1 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  79 

Why  doth  the  Lord  Hand  oft  fo  far  ,  22 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  .  99 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook  48 

Why  ftiould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret  78 

Will  God  forever  caft  us  off  1 5 1 

With  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue  288 

With  earned  longings  of  the  mind  %% 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong  20 

With  my  whole  heart  Tve  fought  thy  face  256 

With  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear  175 

With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud  307 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God  222 


TABLE. 

Page 
Y  • 

YE  boly  fouls  in  God  rejoice  68 

Ye  iflands  of  the  Northern  k^  198 

Yc  cations  round  the  earth  rejoice  201 

Ye  fervants  of  th'  Almighty  King  233 

Ye  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race  186 

Ye  fons  of  pride,  who  hate  the  juft  loi 

Ye  who  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord  233 

Ye  who  obey  th*  immortal  King  281 

Ye  tribe?  of  V^^w,  join  jq8 

Yet  (faith  the  Lord)  ii  David* ^  race  178 


THE  EKP. 


^  H  Y  M  N  S  S 


AND 


/G  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  ^^ 

^  In  three  books  :  ^, 

^  ^1 

V    I.        CcUeifedfrom  the  Scriptures.        ^ 

^11.      Compofed  on  Dhine  Suhjeas.        ^ 

fi  III.    Prepared  for  the  Lord's  Supper.  ^ 

I — - — ^ — - 

^       By  I.    WATTS,    D.   D. 

^j    .^ 

\v^  And  they  fung  ci  nenu  Song,  faying,  7 hou   V 

1^  art  ^worthy y^c. for  thou  Huaftfaitiy  and  •'t^ 

^  kaji  redeemed  U5,l^c. — Rev.  v.  ix.      y 

/P^  /!> 

ip.  SoUtiefTent  [i.  e.  Christi ani]  con-   v^ 

p/N  venire,   carir.enque,  Chrido  quafi  Deo  ^ 

'<^/  dicere.                               VWn.  inEt>tfi.^ 

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15  ^  §)  2D.j^  i>  :  ^ 

%  Printed  hy  J.  W.  Folsom,  for  J.  'Kl 
^\  BoY'LE,  ard  D.  West,  Marlbo-  ^k 
^  rov.gh-ftreet,  andE.  Lar^iN,  in  ^ 
^       Cornhill.  ^ 

^  MDCCLXXK.X.  ^ 


HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

BOOK        T. 

COLLECTED    FROM  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTUJIES* 

I .  A  new  Jong  to  the  Lamb  that  wasjiain,  Re^v- 
I    T>EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  £flw*^ 

-D     Amidft  his  Father's  throne  : 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name. 

And  fongs,  before  unknown. 
7,  Let  elders  worftiip  at  his  feet. 

The  church  adore  around. 
With  vials/uU  of  odours  fweet. 

And  harps* of  fweeteft  found. 

3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  the  faints, 
And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife : 

Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  Joves  to  hear  our  praife. 

[4  Eternal  Father,  who  fhall  look 

Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  fhall  take  that  book. 

And  open  ev'ry  feal } 
5  He  {hall  fulfil  thy  great  decree?  ; 

The  Son  deferves  it  well : 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov 'reign  keys 

Of  heav'n,  and  death,  and  hell  !] 


4  H  YMNS    ANi^  B.  I. 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flain. 

Be  endlefs  blelTings  paid  : 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 

For  ever  on  thy  head. 

n  Thou  has  redeem'd  our  fouls  with  bloody 

Haft  fet  the  pris'ners  free  : 
Haft  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  GoD, 

And  we  fhall  reign  with  thee. 

8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r  ; 
Then  fhorten  thefe  delaying  days. 

And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 

II.  The  Deity  and kumanify  cfChnR,  Johni. 
I,  3,  14.  Col.  i.  16.  Eph.  iii.  9,  10. 

1  T7  abroad, 
JL'ER  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd 

From  everlafting  was  the  Word  ; 

With  God  he  was,  the  Word  was  GoD, 

And  muft  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made' 
By  him  fupported,  all  things  ftand  : 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  E'er  fm  was  born,  or  fatan  fell, 
He  led  the  hoft  of  morning  ftars  ; 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  r) 

4  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'nly  forms. 
The  word  defcends  and  dwells  in  clay. 
That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms, 
Drefa'd  in  fuch  feeble  flefh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 


B;  I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       5 

Th*  eternal  Father's  only  Son  ; 
How  full  of  truth !  how  full  of  grace ! 
When  thro'  his  flefh  the  godhead  Ihone ! 
6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode. 
To  learn  new  myft'ries  here,  and  teii 
The  loves  of  our  defcending  God, 
The  gloriQS  of  EmanueL 

III.  ThenafivifyDfChniktLu.i,  30,  ^cAu  1 0* 
I    TJ  EHOLD,  the  grace  appears  l 

JD     The  promife  is  fulfil'd  ;, 
Mary,  the  wond'rpus  virgin,  bears. 

And  J  ejus  is  the  child ! 

[2  The  Lord  the  higheft  God 

Calls  him  his  only  Son  : 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad. 

And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  (hall  he  reign 
With  a  peculiar  fway  ; 

The  nations  (hall  his  grace  obtain. 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay. ' 

4  To  bring  the  glor'ous  nev/s 
A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 

He  tells  the  fhepherds  of  their  joys. 
And  banifhes  their  fears. 

5  Goy  humble  Jwains,  (faid  he) 
To  David'j  city  fly  ; 

The  promts' d  Infant  born  to-day ^ 
Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  TVith  looks  and  hearts  jerene, 
Goy  vifit  Chrift,  your  king  / 

And  (Irait  a  flaming  troop  was  feen  \ 
The  ihepherds  heard  theiii  fing — 

7  Glory  to  God  on  high  I  ' 

A2 


2>        '   :H  YMNS    AND  B.  I. 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  i 
Good  win  to  men,  to  angds  joy. 

At  the  Redeemer  s  birth  ! 
[8   In  worOiip  To  divine, 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongvies  ; 
With  the  celeft'ai  hofl  we  join, 

And  loud  repeat  their  fongs  ; 
9  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth. 
Good  will  to  iTuen,  to  angels  joy, 

At  our  Redeemer  s  birth, 

IV.  HYMN,  referred  to  II.  PSALM, 

V.  Subtnijfion  to  affli£live  providences.    Job, 

i.  21. 

1  ]\TAKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
-L\l      And  crept  to  life  at  firft, 

We  to  the  earth  return  again. 
And  raingle  with  our  duft. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy^ 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 

Are  but  (hort  favors  borrow'd  now. 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 
Or  finks  them  in  the  grave  ; 

He  gives,  and  (blefled  be  his  name !) 
He  takes  but  what  lie  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  paffions  then  ; 
Let  each  rebell'ous  figh 

Be  filent  at  his  fov'reign  v/ill. 
And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 

5  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives. 
Its  pruifes  flisll  be  fpread, 


B    I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       7 

And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too, 
Which  ftrikes  our  comforts  dead. 

VI.  Triumph  over' death,  Job  xix.  25,  26,  27, 

I   /^^  REAT  God,  I  own  thy  fentencejuft, 
VX     And  nature  mud  decay  ; 

1  yield  my  body  to  the  (i[i?i, 
To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 

2  Yet  faith  can  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
And  trample'on  th6  toinbs  : 

My  Jefus,  my 'Redeetiier  lives  ! 
My  God,  my  Sk-v?idur  cdines/ 

3  The  mighty  conq'ror  {hall;  aj>J)ear^ 

High  on  a  royal  feat, 
And  death  the  laft  of  all  his  foes,. 
Lie  vanquifh'd  at  his  feet. 

4  Tho*  greedy  worms  devour  my  fkin. 
And  gnaw  my  wafting  fleih , 

When  God  Ihall  build  my  bones  again. 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefh. 

5  Then  (hall  I  fee  thy  love  lovely  face 
With  ftrong  immortal  eyes, 

And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  pleafure  and  furprife. 

VI I .  The  ijivitation  ofthegofpel,\{z..\w,  i  iti^c;, 

1  T    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
i  Ji     And  evVy  heart  rejoice. 

The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
With  an  inviting;  voice. 

2  Ho  !   all  ye  hungry  Oarving  fouls, 
Vv^'ho  feed  upon  the  wind. 

And  vainly  ftrive  with  earthly  toys^ 
To  fill  an  empty  .mind  ;,  .    . 


8  H  Y  M  N  S    AND  B.  1. 

3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepar'd 

A  foul-reviving  feaft, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 

The  rich  provifion  tafte. 

4-  Ho  1  ye  who  pant  for  living  ft'reams. 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thijrft 

With  fprings  that  never  dry. 
5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 

Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
[6  Ye  perifhing  and  jnaked  popr. 

Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 
To  weave  a  garment  of  your  owt}. 

Which  will  not  hide  your  ftain  : 

7  Come,  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 
With  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 

W^rought  by  the  labors  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood,  j 

8  Dear  God,  the  treafures  of  thy  love 
Are  everlafting  mines, 

Deep  as  our  helplefs  mis'ries  are. 
And  boundlefs  as  our  fins  ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace, 
Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 

Lord,  we  are  come  to  feek  fupplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

VI  n .  Protealon  of  the  chunk,  I  f.  xxvi.  I .  &C' 

1    T  TOW  honorable  is  the  place, 

X  A     Where  we  adoring  ftand, 
Xion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 

And  beauty  of  the  land  I 


B.  L       SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      9 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 
The  city  where  we  dwell ; 

The  walls,  of  ftrong  falvation  made, 
Defy  th'aflfaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlafting  gates, 
The  doors  wide  open  fling  ; 

Enter  ye  nations,  and  obey 
The  ftatute  of  our  King. 

4  Here  fhall  you  tafte  unmingled  joys. 
And  live  in  perfe^l:  peace  ; 

You  who  have  known  yehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'don  his  grace. 

5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  truft. 
And  banifh  all  your  fears  : 

Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells. 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

6  What  tho'  the  rebels  dwell  on  high  ; 
His  arm  fhall  bring  them  low  ; 

Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
Their  lofty  heads  fhall  bow. 

7  On  Babylon  our  feet  fhall  tread. 
In  that  rejoicing  hour  ; 

The  ruins  of  her  walls  (hall  fpread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

I X .  Thepromifes  of  the  covenant  of  grace  y  I  fa . 
Iv.  1,2.  Zech.  X.  iii.  i.  Mic.  vii.  19. 
Exo.  xxxvi.   25. 

I    TN  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives, 

JL     To  gather  empty  wind  ;  * 

The  choicell:  bleffings  earth  can  yield 
Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 

%  Come,  and  the  Lord  fhall  feed  ©ur  foul^ 


90  ^H-VMN  S    AND  B.  E 

With  more  fubftantial  meat, 
With  fuch  as  faints  in  glory  love. 
With  fuch  as  angels  eat. 

3  Our  God  wiU  ev'ry  want  fupply. 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 

He  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  fouls, 
And  wafh  away  our  ftains 

In  the  dear  fountain  which  his  Son 
Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

[5  Our  guilt  (hall  vanifti  all  away, 

Tho'  black  as  hell  before  ; 
Our  fins  fhall  fmk  beneath  the  fca, 

And  fhall  be  found  no  more. 

6  And  left  pollution  fhould  o'erfpread 
Our  inward  pow'rs  again, 

His  Spirit  fhall  bedew  our  fouls. 
With  purifying  rain. 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  flubborn  thing, 
Which  terrors  cannot  move, 

Which  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wrath, 
Shall  be  diilolv'd  by  love  : 

8  Or  will  he  take  the  flint  away 
Which  would  not  be  refin'd. 

And  from  the  treafares  of  his  grace 
Beftow  a  fofter  mind. 

9  There  fhall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell. 
And  deep  engrave  his  law, 

yAnd  ev'ry  nptotion  of  our  fouls 
To  fweet  obedience  draw. 

10  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down. 


B.  L     SPIRITUAL  SOl^GS.     ii 

And  we  fhall  render  praife  ; 
We,  the  dear  people  of  his  love. 
And  he  our  God  of  grace. 

X.  Bleffednefs ofgefpeJtimey  Ifa.  v.  2, 7, Cff^, 

1  T  TOW  beaut'ous  are  their  feet 
JL±     Who  ftand  on  ZMs  hill. 

Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 
•  And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 

**  Ziotiy  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
**  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears. 
That  hear  this  joyful  found. 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for. 
And  fought  but  never  found  1 

4  How  blefled  are  our  eyes, 
Which  fee  this  heav'nly  light  ; 

Prpphets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight  1 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice. 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

yerufahm  breaks  forth  in  fongs. 
And  defarts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Thro'  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 

Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  Goi>. 

XI.   The  fovereignty  of  grace  y  Lu.  x.  2i,  22. 

I  T^Here  was  an  hour  when  Chrijl  rejoic'd, 
X    And  fpoke  his  joy  irf  words  of  praife  ; 
'*  Father  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 


ift  HYMNS    AND  B;.  l: 

*'  Lord  of  the  earth  and  heav'ns  and  feas. 

2**1  thank  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 
**  Which  crowns  my  doctrine  with  fucceCs ; 
**  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  leara 
•'  The  heights  &  breadths  &  lengths  of  grace. 

3  **  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd 

**  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  wit  ; 

'*  The  prince  of  darknefs  blindr their  eyes 

**  And  their  own  pride  refifts  the  light. 

4  *'  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 
'*  Chofe  and  ordain'd  it  ihould  be  fo  ; 
*'  'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abafe  tlie  proud, 
*•  A.nd  lay  the  haughty  fcorner  low. 

5  **  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right, 
'*  But  thofe  who  learn  it  from  the  Son  ; 

**  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd 

**  But  where  theFather  makes  him  known." 

6  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
Who  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  ; 
Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 

Or  of  his  a6lions,  or  decrees. 

XII.  Free  grace  revealing  Chrifly  Luke  x.  17* 

1  TESUSy  the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
^J      A  mourner  all  his  days  ; 

His  fpirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife, 

2  Father y  I  thank  thy  wofidVous  love^ 
Which  hath  reviaVd  thy  Son 

To  men  unlearfied  ;  and  to  babes 
Has  made  thy  go] pel  known. 

o   The  myjl'r'ies  of  redeeming  grace 
Are  hidden  from  the  wije^ 


B,  I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      13 

While  pride  and  carnal  reas'nin^s  join 

To  /well  and  blind  their  eyes . 
4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav*n  and  earth 

His  great  decrees  fulfil, 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 

By  his  own  fov 'reign  will. 

XIII.  The  titles  and  kingdom  ofChrifi,  If.  xi. 

2,  6,  7. 

1  ^  I  ^HE  land  s  which  long  in  darknefs  lay^ 

A     Now  have  beheld  a  heavenly  light  ; 
Nations  which  fat  in  death's  cold  fhade 
Are  blefs^d  %vith  beams  divinely  bright. 

2  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born  ; 
Behold  th'  expected  child  appear  ! 
What  fhail  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 
The  PFonderfulf  the  Counfellor. 

[3  This  Infant  is  the  Mighty  GoD, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Th'  Eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Son  of  David ^nd  his  Lord.] 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  feas 
Upon  his  fhoulders  fhall  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  domin'ons  fhall  increafe  ; 
And  honors  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5  Jefus,  the  holy  child,  (hall  fit 
High  on  his  Father  Davids  throne, 
Shall  crufli  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

XiV.    The  triumph  of  Faith  ^Kom.  viii.  33. 

I  "^^  r^o  fnall  the  Lord's  elefl  condemn? 
V  V     'Tis  God  who  juftifies  their  fciik^ 
And  mejrcy,  like  a  mi^ty  ftream, 
B 


i4  H  Y  M  N  S    AND  B.  I. 

O'er  all  their  fins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  fhail  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 
*Tis  Cbriji  who  fuffer'd  in  their  ftead  ; 
And  the  falvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rifing  from  the  dead. 

3  He  lives  !  he  lives  !  and  fits  above. 
For  ever  interceding  there  : 

Who  fhall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  V7hat  fhall  tempt  ns  to  defpair  ? 

4  Shall  perfecution,  or  diftrefs, 
Famine,  or  fword,  or  nakednefs  ? 

He  who  hath  lov'd  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 

5  Faith  has  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
it  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour: 
Chrift  is  our  life,- our  joy,  our  hope, 
Nor  can  v/e  fmk  with  fuch  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  pow'rs'on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 
Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrjft  our  love. 

XV.  Our Qzvnweaknefs, andChr'iJjourJirength. 
iXlor.  xii.  7,  9,  lo. 

I   T    ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 
1  I  Strength  Jhall  be  &aual  to  thy  day. 
Then  rW  rejoice  in  deep  didrefs. 
Leaning  on  aU-fufficient  grace. 

2  rU  glory  in  innrrnity, 

Tlut  Chrift\  own  pow'r  may  ref?  on  me  ; 
When  1  am  weak,  then  am  f  ftrong, 
Grace  is  my  fnield,  and  Chr'ijl  my  fong. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 


B.  r.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      15 

All  fufF'rings,  while  my  Lord  be  here  ; 
Sweet  pleafures  mingle  with  the  pains. 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn. 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rifep 
We  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 

5  So  Sampfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft. 
Met  the  Philijiines  to  his  coft  ; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad.furprife. 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

XVI.  Hojanna  to  Chrtft,  Mat.  xxi.  9.  Lu- 

xix.  38. 

1  TT  OS  ANN  A  to  the  royal  Son, 
jLX     Of  David' ^  antient  line, 

His  natures  two,  his  perfoa  one, 
Myfter'ous  and  divine. 

2  The  root  of  David  here  we  fmd. 
And  offspring  is  the  fame  ; 

Eternity,  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  EmaneVi  name. 

3  Bleft  He  who  comes  to  wretched  men 
With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  i 

Hof annas  of  the  higheft  ftrain 
To  Chriji  the  Lord  be  giv'n ! 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  relufe  to  take 
Th'  hojanna  on  their  tongues, 

Left  rocks  and  (iones  fhould  rife,  and  break 
Their  filence  into  fongs. 

XVII.  ViSf  cry  over  Death,  I  Cor.  xv.55,  &c, 
I   i^'^  For  an  over-coming  faith 

\^     To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 


i6  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs. 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have. 
My  quiv'ring  lips  (hould  fing, 

Where  is  thy  hoaj^ed  vi6i'ry  grave  ? 
And  where  the  monjler  s  Jling  ^ 

3  If  fiPx  be  pardon'd,  I'm  fecure. 
Death  has  no  fting  befide  \ 

The  law  gave  fm  its  damning  pow'r. 
But  Chriji,  my  ranfom,  dy'd. 

4.  Now  to  the  God  of  vi dory, 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conq'rors  while  we  die, 

Through  Chriji  our  living  Head. 

XVIII.  Bleffed  are  the  dead  that  die  in  the 
Lord.     Rev.  xiv.  13. 

1  T  TEAR  what  the  voice  from  heav''n  prc- 
JL  jL     For  all  the  pious  dead,         [claims 

Sweet  is  the  favor  of  their  names, 
And  foft  their  fleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  jejus,  and  are  bleft  ; 
How  kind  their  {lumbers  are  ! 

From  fuff' rings  and  from  fms  releas'd. 
And  freed  from  ev"ry  fnare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  ftrife. 
They're  prefent  with  the  Lord  ; 

The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

XIX.  The  Jong  cf  Simeon,  Luke  i.  27,  &c. 
I    T    ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 

J_j     As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  ; 
O  make  cur  jcys  the  fame. 


Bl  1    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      17 

2  With  what  divine  and  vaft  delight 
The  good  old  man  was  fill'd. 

When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms 
He  clafp'd  the  holy  Child  ! 

3  "Now  I<an  leave  this  worlds  he  cry'd. 
Behold  thy  fervant  dies  ; 

Fvefeen  thy  great  Jalvation,  Lord, 
And  cloje  my  peaceful  eyes, 

4  This  is  the  light  prepar  d  to  Jhine 
Upon  the  Gentile  lands ^ 

Thine  Ifr'el'j  glory  and  their  hope 
To  break  their  Jlavijh  bands, 

[5  J^f^^  •   ^^^  vifion  of  thy  face. 

Hath  over-pow'ring  charms  ! 
Scarce  fhall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace^, 

If  Chriji  be  in  my  arms. 
6  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart-ftrings  break. 

How  fweet  my  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  palenefs  on  my  cheek. 

And  glory  in  my  fouL] 
XX.   Spiritual  apparel,  viz.  the  robe  of  righte- 
oufnefs  and  garments  offalvation,  Ifa.  Ixi.  I  o. 

1  A  WAKE  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue, 
Jl\,     Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  , 

In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  jays,. 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  he  adcrn'd  my  naked  foul. 
And  made  falvation  mine  ; 

Upon  a  poor  pointed  worm 
He  made  his  grace  to  fliine. 

3  And  leil  the  fhadow  of  a  fpot 
Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 

He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought^ 
B2 


i8  HYMNS    AND  B.  f» 

And.caft  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 
What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 

Thefe  ornaments,  how  bright  they  (hine ! 
How  white  the  garments  are ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  IcvCj 
And  hope,  andev'ry  grace  ; 

But  Jejus  fpent  his  life  to  work 

The  robe  of  right'oufnefs. 
6^  Strangely  my  foul,  art  thou  array 'd 

By  the  great  facred  Three  ! 
In  fweeteft  harmony  of  praife 

Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 

XXI.  Avifan  of  the  kingdom  ^/Chrift  among 
men  J  Rev.  xxi.  i,  2,  3,  4. 

I    T    G,  what  a  glor'ous  fight  appears 

JL^     To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  feas-  are  pafs'd  away  ; 

And  the  old  rolling  fkies. 

n  From  the  third  heay'n,w^here  GoD  refides, 
.    That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  New  Jerufakm  comes  down  • 
Adorn'd  with  finning  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  iliout  for  joy. 
And  the  bright  armies  fmg, 

Mortals  behold  the  facred  feat 
Of  your  ckfc  ending  King  ! 

4  27;^  God  of  glory  dozvn  to  men 
Removes  his  hlefsd  abode  ! 

Meny  the  dear  ohjefts  of  his  grace 
And  He  the  loving  God. 

<  His  ownf'ift  hand Jh all  i\)i^e  the  tears 


B.  L    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      19 

From  ev'ry  weepwg  eye^ 
And  pains  y  and  groans,  and  griefs ,  and  fears 

And  death  it f elf  (hall  die  I 
6  Hov/  long,  dear  Saviour  !  O,  how  long  • 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

XXli;  &XXI1I.  Referred  to  the  I2^th  Pfalm 

XXIV.  The  richfjiner  dying,  Pfal.  xlix.  6, 
9.  Ecci.  viii.  8.  Job  iii.  14,  15. 

1  TN  vain  thefe  wealthy  mortals  toil, 

JL  And  heap  their  flrining  duft  in  vain^ 
Look  down  and  fcorn.  the  humble  poor. 
And  boaft  their  lofty  hills  of  gain.  ' 

2  Their  golden  cord'als  cannot  cafe 
Their  pained  hearts  or  aching  heads, 
Nor  fright  nor  bribe  approaching  death 
From  glitt'ring  roofs  and  dov/ny  beds. 

3  Their  ling 'ring,  their  unwilling  fouls 
The  difmal  fummons  muft  obey 

And  bid  a  long,  a  fad  farewel. 
To  the  pale  kimp  of  lifelefs  clay. 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  Kings  and  flaves  have  equal  thrones  1 
Their  bones  without  diftin6tion  lie 
Among  the  heap  of  meaner  bones. 

The  rejl  referred  to  the  4.gth  Pfalm, 

XXV.  AvifponoftheLambj^tw.  v.  63,7,  8,9; 

I      A   LL  mortal  vanities  be.  gone, 

±\.  Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears  r 
Behold^  amidfl  th'  eternal  throne 
A  vifiofi  of  the  Lamb  appears » 


20  HYMNS    AND  B;  L 


[2  Glory  his  Seecy  robe  adorns, 
Marked  with  tlie  bloody  death  he  bote  ; 
Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fcv'n  his  horns. 
His  wifdom  perfeft  as  his  pow'r. 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 
From  him  who  fits  upon  the  throne  ; 
ye/us,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown. 

4  All  the  alTembled  faints  around 
Fall  worfliipping  before  the  Lamb, 
And,  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel  found 
Addrefs  their  honors  to  his  name. 

[5  The  joy,  the  fnout,  the  harmony 
Flies  o'er  the  everlafting  hills  : 
Worthy  art  theu  alone  (they  cry) 
To  read  the  hook^  to  loofe  the  Jeah.'X 

6  OuFvoices  join  the  heav'nly  ftrain, 
And  with  tranfportfng  pleafure  fmg, 
Worthy  the  Lamb  who  once  was  llain. 
To  be  our  teacher  and  our  King ! 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfels,  deep  defigns  ; 
His  grace  and  vengeance  Ihall  fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 

8  Thou  haft  redeem 'd  our  fouls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood  ; 

And  wretches  who  did  once  rebel. 
Are  nov/  made  fav'rites  of  their  God. 
^  Worthy  for  ever  is  the  Lord, 
Who  dy'd  for  treafons  not  his  own, 
Ey  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 
Aad  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne  i 


B,  L      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     21 

XXVI.  Hopg  of  Heaven y  by  the  refurre£iion 
ofChrifi,  I  Pet.J.  3,  4,  5. 

1  T>  LEST  be  the  everlafting  God, 
JL>     The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 

Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd. 
His  majefty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son, 
And  call'd  him  to  the  (ky. 

He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 
That  they  fhould  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  fms  require 
Our  flefh  to  fee  the  daft, 

Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe. 
So  all  his  foll'wers  muft. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine 
Referv'd  againft  that  day, 

*Tis  uncorrupted,  undefil'd„ 
And"cannot  wafte  away, 

5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept, 
*Till  the  falvation  come  ; 

We  v^alk  by  faith,  as  ftrangers  here, 
*Tili  Chrift  fhall  call  us  home. 

^Xyil.Affitranc€ofHeaveny'lT\Ta/iv.6j^c. 

[i    y^EATH  may  diffolve  my  body  now* 

JLr      And  bear  my  fpirit  home  ; 
Why  do.  my  minutes  move  fo  flow. 
Nor  my  falvation  come  r 

2  With  heav*^nly  weapons  I  have  fought 
The  battles  of  the  Lord, 

Finifh'd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  fure  reward.] 

3  God  has  Mdup  ihlieav'n  for  Hie 


22  HYMNS     AND  B.  t 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  gracious  Judge,  at  that  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  niy  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 
This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 

But  all  v/ho  love,  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  J  ejus  the  Lord,  fhall  guard  me  fafe 
From  ev'ry  ill  defign  ; 

And  to  his  heav*nly  kingdom  lea4 
This  feeble  foul  of  mine, 

^  God  is  my  everlafting  aid, 

And  hell  fhall  rage  in  vain  ; 
To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid, 

And  endlcfs  praife.  Amen, 

XXVIII.  ne  triumph  o/Chrift  over  the  ene. 

mies  of  hh  Churchy  I  fa.  xliii.l,  2,  3.  ^c, 
I'f  X  THAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  GoD> 

Y  V      Comes  travelling  in  flate. 
Along  the  Idumean  road, 

Away  from  Bozrah*s  gate. 

2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 
*Tis  fome  vi6lor*ous  King  : 

"  'Tis  I,  the  Juft,  th'  Almighty  One, 
**  That  your  faivation  bring.*' 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  enquire, 
Why  thme  apparel  red  ? 

Why  all  thy  vei^ure  ftain'd  like  thofe 
Who  in  the  wine-prefs  tread  ? 

4  *'  I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefs, 
"  And  cruili'd  my  foes  alone  ; 

"  My  wrath  has  ftruck  the  rebels  dead. 


ti  I' 
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B.  I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     513 

"  My  fury  ftampSi  them  down. 

'Tis  Edom's  blood  which  dyes  my  robes 

With  joyful  icarlet  ftains  ; 
**  The  triumph  which  my  raiment  wears 
**  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 

6  **  Thus  ihall  the  nations  be  deftroyM 
'*  Which  dare  infuit  my  faints  ; 

"  I  have  an  arm  t*  avenge  their  wrongs, 
*'  An  ear  for  their  complaints." 

XXIX.   Second  Pari  ;  or,  the  rum  of  Anti- 
chrifi,  ver.  4,  5,  6,  7. 

1  "  T  LIFT  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord, 

A     **  Where  antichrtfi  has  ftood  ; 
'*  The  city  of  my  gofpel's  foes 
**  Shall  be  a  held  of  blood. 

2  **  My  heart  has  ftudy'd  juft  revenge,    . 
''  And  now  the  day  appears, 

**  The  year  of  my  redeem -d  is  come, 
"  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  **  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 
**  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 

**  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  fliall  move, 
*'  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4.  **  I  call  for  helpers,  bu.t  in  vain  : 

**  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
**  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 

*•  To  crulh  m.y  foes  alone. 

5  *'  Slaughter  and  my  devouring  fword 
''  Shall  walk  the  (treets  around, 

"  Bahel  ihall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 
*'  And  tlagger  to  the  ground.^* 

6  Thy  honors,  O  vidor'oiis  King  ! 


34  HYMNS    AND  B.  I  • 

Thine  own  right  hand  fhall  raife, 
'While  we  thy  awful  veng'ance  fing, 
And  our  deliv'rer  praife. 

XXX.  Prayer  for  deliverance  anjweredy  I  fa. 
xxvi.  8 — 20. 

1   TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 

X   We  wait  the  vifits  of  thy  grace  ; 
Our  fouls  defire  is  to  thy  name. 
And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

a  My  thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
*Mongft  the  black  ihades  of  lonefome  night  ; 
My  earnefl:  cries  falute  the  Ikies 
Before  the  dawn  reftore  the  light. 

3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
But  they  fhall  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  fc ourges  of  thy  rod. 

4.  Hark  !  the  Eternal  rends  the  fky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  mufick  to  his  friends. 
But  threatening  thunder  to  his  foes. 

5  Come,  children,  to  ycur  Father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 

'Till  the  fierce  ftorms  be  overblown, 

And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 

6  My  fvvord  fliall  boafl  it's  thoufand's  flain, 
'And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings. 

While  heav*iily  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  foft  and  fhady  wings. 


Bi  Ik     spiritual  songs.      25 

XXXI.  Referred  to  the  ift  Pjahn. 
XXXli:^trengthfromHeaven.lLxL2jyScc. 
I'TXTHENCEdo  our  mournful  tho'ts  arife  1 

'  V  V       And  where's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  reftlefs  fin  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 

2  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  name 
Which  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 

And  can  an  all  creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treafures  ot  everlafting  might 
In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ; 

He  gives  the  conqueft  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  pow*r  fh all  fade  and  die, 
And  youthful  vigour  ceafe  \ 

But  we  who  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  ftrength  increaft. 

5  The  faints  (hall  mount  on  eagle's  wings> 
And  tafte  the  promised  blifs, 

*TiL  their  unweary'd  feet  arrive 
Where  perfefl:  pleafure  is. 

r/^f  xxxiii,  XXXI V,  XXXV,  XXXVI, 

XXXVII,  XXXVIII,  referred  to  Pfalm 
cxxxi,  cxxxiv,  Ixvii,  Ixxiii,  xc  andlxxxiv. 
XXXIX.   God^s  tender  care  of  his  Church., 
Ifa.  xlix,  13,  14,  &:c. 

1  IVTOW  /hall  my  inward  joys  arife, 
xN      And  burfl  into  a  fong  ; 

Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart. 
And  pleafure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God  on  his  thirfty  Sion  hill 

C 


^6  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 
And  fblemn  oaths  have  bound  his  ipve 
To  fhow'r  falvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears,, 
Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 

Is  he  a  God,  and  (hall  his  grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ^ 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e*er  forget 
The  infant  of  her  womb, 

And,  'mongft  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts. 
Her  fuckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  Tetf  faith  the  Lord,  Jhould  nature  £han^.e^ 
And  mothers  monjiers  prove t 

S'lon/iill  dwells  upon  the  heart 
Of  everlajling  love. 

6  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my^hands 
I  have  engraved  her  name. 

My  hands  ft)  all  ra'ife  her  ruined  zvalls, 
And  build  her  broken  frame, 

XL.  The  hufinefs   and  bleffednefs   of  glorified 
Saints,  Rev   vii.  13,  14,  15.  ^c. 

1  T  7i  T  HAT  happy  men,  or  angels  ihefe, 

V  V   That  a II  their  robes  arefpotlejs  white? 
Wheh'ce  did  this  glorous  troop  arrive 
At  the  pure  realms  ofheav'nly  light  ? 

2  From  tort'ring  racks,  and  burning  fires, 
And  feas  of  their  own  blood  they  came  : 
But  nobler  blood  hsts  wafti'd  their  robes, 
Flov/ing  from  Chrift  the  dying  Lamb. 

-^  Now  they  approach  th'  almighty  throne 
With  loud  hofiznnas  nighi  and  day, 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-Otie 


B.  h     SPIRIJUAL    SONGS.     27 

Meafure  their  biefs'd  eternity. 
4.  No  more  fhall-  hunger  pain  their  fouls  ; 
He  bids  their  parching  thirft  be  gone, 
And  fpreads  the  Ihadow  of  his  wings,  ^ 
To  fkreen  them  from  the  fcorching  fun. 

5  The  Lamb,  who  fills  the  middle  throne^ 
Shall  ihed  around  his  milder  beams  ; 
There  fnali  they  feafl  on  his  rich  love. 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  flreaniS, 

6  Tbiis  fhaU  their  mighty  blifs  renew 
Thro'  the  vaft  round  of  endkfs  years, 
While  the  foft  hand  oi  fov'reign  grace 
Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears, 

X  L I .  The  Matyrs  glorified,  Rev .  vii .  1 3 ,  &c . 

1  '^  I  ^HESE  glorous  minds  J  how  bright  they 

A,    Whence  cJl  their  white  array?  \Jhine! 
How  came  they  ts  the  happy  feats 
Of  everlajring  day  f 

2  From  tort'ring  pains  to  endlefs  joys 
On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 

And  ftrangely  wafh'd  their  raiment  whits' 
In  J/fus^  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  Gox>, 
And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 

Their  waibling  harps  and  facred  fongs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4  The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face 
Among  his  faints  rehde, 

While  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
-     Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd, 

5  Tormenting  thirft  fhall  leave  their  fouls. 
And  hunger  flee  as  faft  j 


28  HYMNS    AND  B.  L 

The  fruit  ot  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  fweet  repaft. 

6  The  Lamb  fhall  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rife, 
And  love  divine  fliall  wipe  aw^ay 
-  The  forrows  of  their  eyes. 

XLII.  Divine  tvrath  and  mercy ^  Na.  i.  i,  2, 

3,&c. 

1  A   DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
XjL  Is  3.  ^  c  onf liming  fire  \  [*Heb.  xii.  29,] 

His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And  raife  his  vengeance  high*r. 

2  Almighty  vengeance,  how  it  burns ! 
How  bright  his  fury  glows  ! 

Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  ftorms 
Lie  treafur'd  f6r  his  foes. 

3  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 
Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 

But  kindled,  oh  !  how'  fierce  they  blaze 
And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee. 
And  feek  a  wat'rv  grave ; 

The  frighted  fea  makes  hafl:e  away. 
And  ihrinks  up  ev*ry  wave. 

5  Through  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rocks 
Are  fwift  as  hail-flones  hurl*d  : 

Who  dares  engage  the  fiery  rage, 
Which  iliakes  the  folid  world  ? 

6  Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  fov 'reign  grace. 
Sits  regent  on  the  throne. 

The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race 

When  wrath  comes  rufliing  down. 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      29 

7  Thy  hands  fhall  on  rebell'ous  kings 
-   A  fi'ry  tempeft  pour, 
While  we,  beneath  thy  fhelt'ring  wings 
Thy  juft  revenge  adore. 

XLIII.     Referred  to  Pfalm  c.  andXLIV, 
to  Pfalm  cxxxiii. 

XLV.     The  loft  judgment^  Rev,  xxi,  5,678, 

t   O  E  E  where  the  great  incarnate  God, 

O      Fills  a  majeftic  throne  ! 
While  from  the  fKies  his  awful  voice 

Bears  the  lafl  judgment  down. 

[2  **  I  am  the  firft,  and  I  the  laft, 
"  Through  endlefs  years  the  fame  ; 

"  I  AM  IS  m^y  memorial  ilill, 
'*'  And  my  eternal  name. 

3  "  Such  favors  as  a  God  can  give, 

'*  My  royal  grace  beflows  ;' 
**  Ye  thirfty  fouls,  come  tafle  the  ftreams 

'*  Where  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 

[4  "  The  faint,  vv^ho  triumphs  o'er  his  fins, 

"  I'll  own  him  for  a  fon  ; 
**  The  whole  creation  Ihall  reward 

"  The  conquefts  he  has  won. 

5  "  But  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  un^jlean, 
"  And  all  the  lying  race, 

**  The  faithlefs  and  the  fcoffing  crevv'. 
Who  fpurn  at  offer 'd  grace. 

6  **  They  ihall  be  taken  from  my  fight- 
**  Bound  with  an  iron  chain, 

**  And  headlong  plung'd  into  xhQ  lake 
**  Where  lire  and  darknefs  reign."] 

7  O  may  I  iland. before  the  Lamb;, 

C  2 


30  HYMNS    AND  B.  I, 

When  earth  and  feas  are  fled  !  " 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  nama 

With  bleffings  on  my  head  ! 
8  May  I  with  thofe  for  ever  dwell, 

Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  fmners,  banifh'd  down  to  hell, 

No  more  offend  my  fight. 

XL VI,  XLVII.  Referred  toPfalm  cxlviii, 
and  iii. 

XLVlll.  Thechri/iianrace,M.iLh2^\2<)»&c. 

t     \  Wake  our  fouls  (away  our  fears,  \ 
jl\.  Let  ev*ry  tremb'lingthoughtbe  gone)- 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race. 
And  put  a  chearful  courage  on. 

2  True,  *tis  a  ftrait  and  thorny  road. 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint  ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
Who  feeds  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchlefs  pow*r 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endlefs  year^ 
Their  everlafting  circles  run. 

4  From  Thee,  the  overflowing  fpring, 
Our  fouls  {hall  drink  a  frefh  fupply, 
While  fuch  as  truft  their  na;:ive  ftrength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  drop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We*ll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  fhall  fly^ 
Kor  tire,  amidft  the  heavenly  road. 


B.!  L    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        31 

XLlXJFrfrksofMQ(&s^theL^mh,Re.xy.2. 

1  TTOW  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  Go  dI 
XTl     Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  I 

Jejsy  how  fweet  thy  graces  are  ! 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ? 

2  He  ha^  done  more  than  Mojes  did. 
Our  Prophet  and  our  King  ; 

from  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls^ 
And  taught  our  lips  to  fmg. 

3  In  the  r^^/f«  by  iW(7/f  J  hand 
Th'  Egyptian  hofi:  was  drown*d  ;. 

But  his  own  blood  hides  all  ourjins, 
•    And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When'  thro^  the  defart  Ifr'el  went, 
With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 

Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  fiejhy 
And  calls  it  living  bread, 

5  Mojes  beheld  the  promised  land. 
Yet  never  reached  the  place  ; 

But  Chrifi  fhall  bring  his  foil' zvers  hame 
To  fee  his  Father's  fac^. 

6  Then  {hall  our  love  and  joy  be  fullj 
And  feel  a  warmer  flame. 

And  fweeter  voices  tune  the  fong 
Of  Mofes  and.the  Lamb. 

JL.     Light  and  falvation  by  Jesus  ChrisTp 
Luke  i,  68j  ^c.  John  i.  29,  32. 

1.  XTOW  be  the  God  of  Ifr'eJ  bleft, 
X^      Who  makes  his  truth  appear^. 

His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word. 
And  all  the  oaths  he  fware. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  David*  s  root 


3^ 


HYMNS    AND  ^.  i. 


With  bleflings  from  the  fkies  ; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  (hoot. 
The  promised  horn  arife. 

[3  J^^^n  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face, 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour  God 

Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  falvation  known. 
He  fpeaks  of  paxdon'd  fms  : 

While  grace  divine  with  heavenly  love 
In  its  own  glory  fiijnes. 

5  "  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  he  cries,. 
"  Who  takes  our  guilt  away  : 

**  I  faw  the  fpirit  o*er  his  head, 
"  On  his  baptifmg  day.] 

6  "  Be  ev*ry  vale  exalted  high  ; 
**  Sink  ev^ry  mountain  low  ; 

''*  The  proud  muft  itoop,  and  humble  fouls 
**  Shall  his  falvation  know. 

7  **  The  heathen  realms  with  i/rV/'s  land, 
"  Shall  join  in  fweet  accord  ; 

**  And  all  that*s  born  of  man  fhall  fee 
"  The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

8  **  BehoM  the  morning- ftar  arife, 
"  Ye  who  in  darknefs  fit  ; 

**  He  marks  the  path  which  leads  to  peace, 
"  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet.'* 

LI.    P erf evcring  grace,  Jude,  24,  25. 
I   T^O  God  the  only  wife, 

A.       Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  faints  below  the  fkies 

TheijT  humble  praifes  bring. 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    33 

2  *Tis  his  almighty  love. 
His  Gounfel,  and  his  care, 

Preferve  us  fafe  from  fm  and  death. 
And  ev*ry  hurtful  fnare. 

3  He  will  prefent  our  fouls 
Unblemifh^d  and  compleat. 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face. 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4.  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Sh^U  blefs  the  conduct  of  his  grace^ 

And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God, 

Wifdom  and  pow'r  belongs. 
Immortal  crowns  of  majeily. 

And  everlafting  fongs. 

LIT.  Battif?nM^^t.  xxviii.  19,  Afls  ii.  3S, 

1  ^'T^  WAS  the  commiffion  of  the  Lord, 

A.    Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptize  ; 
The  nations  have  received  the  word 
Since  he  afcended  to  the  Ikies. 

2  He  fits  upon  th*  eternal  hills, 
With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  fends  his  covenant  with  the  feals^ 
To  blefs  the  darkfome  Gentile  lands. 

3  Repent  and  be  bapti7,*d,  he  faith. 
For  the  remijjion  of  your  fins  ; 

And  thus  our  fenfe  aflilts  our  faith. 
And  fhows  us  what  bis  gofpel  means, 

4  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood. 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God> 


34  HYMNS    A'NU  B.  I. 

Defcends,  like  purifying  raiti. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee, 
And  feal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord  ; 

0  may  th^e  great  Eternal  Three 

In  heav*n  our  folemn  vows  record! 

LIII.   TJ:)e  holy    Scriptures y  Heb.   i.    i,  2* 
Tim.  iii.  15,  16.  Ffalm  cxlvii.  19,  20.  ' 

1  /^  OD,  who  in  various  methods  told 
\JJ  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  oi  old. 

Sent  his  own  Son,  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 

2  The  nations  read  the  written  word. 
That  book  of  life,  that  fure  record  : 
The  bright  inheptance  of  heav*n 

Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv*n. 

3^  GoD*s  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  cxprefs'd, 
Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs*d  ; 
The  do6lrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 

4.  Ye  happy  lands,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epi files,  from  above, 
(He  hath  not  fent  his  facred  word 
To  ev'ry  land)  praife  ye  the  Lord. 

LI  V.  SaintsMov'din  Chrift,  Eph.  i.  3,  t^c. 

1  T5*9ro,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  ; 
^J  Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame: 

What  heav'nly  bleflings  from  his  throne 
Fall  down  to  finners  thro*  his  Sop  ! 

2  Chriji  be  jnyfirft  ek6iy  he  faid, 

Then  chofe  our  fouls  in  Chrift  our  head. 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
Or  laid -foundations  for  th?  earth. 


B.  K      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     35 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 
To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  iln  ; 
Or  chara^ers  were  then  decreed, 
Blamekjs  m  iove,  a  hoJyJe£d,^ 

4.  Predeftinated  to  be  fons. 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once  ; 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5- With  Chriji  our  Lord  we  (hare  our  part 

In  the  affedions  of  his  heart ; 

Nor  fhall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 

'Till  he  forgets  his  firftbelov'd. 

LV.  Slcknefs  and  recovery  ^  I  fa.   xxxviii.  9* 

I T  ^  THEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  dlftrefs 
V  V     Our  God  deferves  a  fong  ; 

We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 
Are  opened  wide  in  vain. 

'  If  he  who  holds  the  keys  of  death 
Commands  them  faft  again. 

-o 

3  Pains  of  the  flefh  are  jvont  t'  abufe 
Our  minds  with  (lavifh  fears  ; 

Our  days  are  pafly  and  zue  fhall  lofe 
The  remnant  of  our  years. 

4  We  chatter  with  a  fwallow's  voice, 
Or,  like  a  dove,  we  mourn, 

With  bitternefs  inilead  of  joys,  , 
Afflided  and  fotlorn. 

5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word. 
And  ho  difeafe  withftands  : 

Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 


36  H  Y  M  N  S    AND  B.  I, 

And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  fprings  of  life  fhould  break, 

He  can  our  frame  reftore  : 
He  cafts  our  fins  behind  his  back,     . 

And  they  are  found  no  more. 

LVI.  Babylon  falling y  Rev.  xv.  3.  xvi.   19, 

^       xvii.  6. 
1   "\  A  7E  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 

V  V       We  found  thy  dreadful  name  * 
The  chriftian  church  unites  the  fongs 
Of  Mojes  and  the  Lamb. 

a  Gr e at  GoD,hov7w^ond'rous  are  thy  works 

Of  vengeance,  and  of  grace  ! 
Thou  King  of  faints,  Almighty  Lord, 

Hov7  juft  and  true  thy  ways  ! 

3  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  name, 
Or  worfhip  at  thy  throne  ? 

Thy  judgments  fpeak  thine  holinefs 
Thro*  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon^  which  rules  the  earth, 
Drunk  with  the  martyrs*  blood, 

,Her  crimes  fhall  fpeedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 
And  (lie  muft  drink  the  dregs  ; 

Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  fov'reign  Judge, 
And  fhall  fulfil  her  plagues. 

I.VII.  Original  fin,  Ro.  v.  12.  Pf.  ii.  5.  Job 

xiv.,4.- 
I  13  A c  Kw A  RD  with  humble  Ihame  we  look 
'XJ     On  our  original  ;    .  >        • 

How  is  our  nature  dafli'd  and  broke 
In  our  firft  father's  fall. 


Bi  I/J   SPIRITUAL  S(3:^GS.     37 

2  To  all  that's  good,  averfe  and  blind. 

But  prone  to  all  that's  ill  ; 
What  dreadful  darknefs  veils  our  mind  ! 

How  obftinate  our  will  ! 
[3  Conceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  ftate) 

Before  we  draw  our  breath  ; 
The  firfl:  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat 

Iniquity  and  death. 

4  How  ftrong  in  our  degen'rate  blood 
The  old  corruption  reigns, 

And,  rr.ingling  with  the  crooked  flood, 
.Wanders  through  all  our  veins  ! 

5  Wild  and  unwholefome  a^  the  root 
Will  all  the  branches  be  ; 

How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  fuch  a  deadly  tree. 

6  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 
Can  pure  produ{?!:ions  bring  ? 

Who  can  command  a  vital  ftream 
From  an  infefted  fpring  ? 

7  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wond'rous  love 
Can  make  our  nature  clean, 

'  While-Chrift  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death  and  fm. 

8  The  fecond  Adam  fhall  reftore 
^  The  ruins  .of  the  firft  ; 

Hofanna  to  that  fov 'reign  pow'r, 
Which  new  creates  our  duft ! 

LVIII.    The  Devil  vanquijhedj  Rev.  xii,  7- 

I  T    ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fmg 

J^jThe  wars  of  heav'n  when  Michael  (lood 
Chief  gen'rai  of  th'  eternal  King, 
D 


38  H  Y  M  N  S    AND  B.  I. 

And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 
1  Againft  the  dragon  and  his  hoft 
The  armi«s  of  the  Lord  prevail : 
In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boaft. 
Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail. 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  fatan  thrown, 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell ; 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown. 
And  fhook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  paft, 
Chriji  has  affum'd  his  reigning  pow'r  ; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  caft 

Down  from  the  ikies  to  rife  no  more ! 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb,  ' 
Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  : 
*Twas  by  thy  word  and  pow'rful  name 
They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown. 

6  Rejoice  ye  heav"ns  ;  let  ev'ry  ftar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  fky  : 
Saints, "while  ye  fmg  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raife  your  Deliverer's  name  on  high. 

LIX.       Babylon /j//^«.  Rev.  xviii.  2o,  ai. 

1  TN  Gabriel's  hand,  a  mighty  ftone, 
X.  Lies  a  fair  type  of  BabyIo?i : 

Prophets,  rejoice,  and  ail  ye  faints, 
God  jh all  avenge  your  long  complaints. 

2  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  ftcod, 
Hn  funk  the  mili-l^one  in  the  flood  \ — 
Thus  terribly  pJiiU  Bab'lon /:?// — 

Smk — and  no  more  be  found  at  all. 

L X .  ThepromifedM^ffish  born ,  Ltike  i ,  46  ,&c 
1    /^UR  foulfjlhall  magnify  the  Lord ; 
\J  In  God,  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  : 


B    L      SPrRITyA:L  SONGS.    39 

JVhile  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  fong. 
May  the  fame  Spirit  tune  our  voice. 

[2  The  Higheft  faw  her  low  eilate, 
And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done  ; 
His  overihad'vving  pow'r  and  grace 
Makes  her  the  mother  of  a  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd. 
And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame  j 
But  God  alone  mull  be  ador'd  ; 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name.] 

4  To  thofe  who  fear  and  truft  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  ftands  for  ever  fure  : 

From  age  to  age  his  promife  lives. 
And  the  performance  is  fecure. 

5  He  fpake  to  7f^r«';?randhis  feed — 
In  thee  jhall  all  the  earth  bs  blefs'd  ; 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 

6  But  now  no  more  fhall  IJrel  wait. 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  : 
Lo,  the  Defire  of  nations  comes — 
Behold,  the  promis'd  feed  is  born  I 

LKL  Chrifl  comhg  to  judgment  yKtv .  i.  5,6, 7. 

1  IVyOW  totheLord,who  makes  us  know 
-L^   The  wonders  of  his  dying  love. 

Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 
And  {trains  of  nobler  praife  above. 

2  Twas  he  who  clean s'd  our  fouleft  fms^ 
And  wafh'd  us  in  his  richeil  blood  ; 

*Tis  He  who  makes  us  priefls  and  kings. 
And  brings  us,  rebels,  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jefus,  OUT  atoning  Priefts, 


40  HYMNS    AN9  B.  \. 

To  y ejus,* OUT  fuperior  King,  .  ,  .  ^ 

Be  everlafting  pow'r  confefs'd, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  fing. 

4  Behold !  on  flying  clouds  he  comes. 
And  ev'ry  eye  fhall  fee  him  move ; 
Tho'  v/ith  our  fms  w^e  pierc'd  him  once. 
Now  he  difplays  his  pard'ning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  fhall  wail. 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  ; 
Co^ney  Lord — nor  let  thy  promife  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  char'ots  long  delay. 

>LXII.  ChrirtJefus,M^£fl;?23  ofGodworJhip- 
ped  by  all  the  creatiorif  Rev.  v.  1 1 ,  I2,  13. 

1  /^OME,  let  us  join  cur  chearful  fongs 
\^y     Witli  angels  round  the  throne  ; 

Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues. 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dydy  they  cry, 
To  be  exalted  thus  ; 

Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  Lips  feply. 
For  he  was  flain  for  us. 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  pow'r  divine  ; 

And  blelTings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  fky, 
And  air,  aiid^arth,  and  feas, 

Confpire  to  raife  thy  glories  high, 
And  fptak  thine  endltfs  prutfe. 

5  Let  all  creation  join  in  one. 
To  blefs  the  facred  name 

Of  him,  who  fits'upon  the  throne^ 
And  to  adore  the  Lanib. 


B.  I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     41 

LXIII.    Chrift's  humiliation  ^exaltation. 
Rev.  V. 

iTT  THAT  equal  honors  fhall  we  fmg, 

VV  To  thee.  O  Lord,  ourGod,theLamb, 
When  all  the  notes  which  angels  fing, 
Are  far  inferior  to. thy  name  I 

2  Worthy  is  he  who  once  was  llain, 

The  Prince  of  Life,  who  groan'd  and  dy'd  ; 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  Almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  domin'on  are  his  due 
Who  ftood  condemned  at  Pilate  s  bar  : 
Wifdom  belongs  to  Jejus  too, 

Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here. 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  rights 
Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  Icfs  ; 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honor  immortal  muft  be  paid, 
Inftead  of  fcandal  and  of  feorn  ; 
While  glory  fhines  around  his  head. 
And  a  brigx^it  crown,  without  a  thorn. 

6  Biellings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 
Who  bcre  the  curfe  for  w^retched  men  t, 
Let  angels  found  his  lacred  name. 
And  ev'ry. creature  fay — Amen. 

LXIV.i^^i?j&//c«,  I  John,iii.i,&c.GaLvi.6. 

I    "QEHOLD,  what  wond'rous  grace 
XJ     The  Father  has  bellow 'd. 

On  fmners,   of  a  mortal  race, 
Tacillthem — Sons  of  Go^\ 

^  'Tis  no  furprizir.g  tiling 


42  HYMNS     ANp  B.  L 

That  we  fhould  be  unknov/n  ; 
The  Jezvijh  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlafting  Son  : — 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 
How  great  we  muft  be  m;ade  ; 

But,  when  wc  fee  our  Saviour  near. 
We  fhall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope,  fo  much  divine, 
May  trials  well  endure — 

May  purge  our  foul§  from  fenfe  and  fm. 
As  Chrift,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  (hare  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  flaves,  beneath  the  throne  ; 
Our  faith  fhall  Abba  Father  cry. 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

XXV.  The  day  of  Judgment,  Rev.  xi.  15; 

I    T    ET  th' fev'nth  angel  found  on  high* 
i  J  Let  fhouts  be  heard  thro'  all  the.  Iky: 
Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
^iye  up  your  .kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

a  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  alTume, 
Who  waft,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  : 
jsfus,  the  Lamb,  who  once  waft  ftaki. 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign  \ 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more  % 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  Goi> 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     43 

4.  Now  muft  the  rifing  dead  appear- 
Now  the  decifive  fentence  hear  ; 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

LXVI.Chriftc/^/.-/^^/^,  Sol.  Song  i.2,3,&c, 

1  T    ET  him  embrraee  my  foul,  and  proys 
i  A  Mine  int'red  in  his  heav'nly  love  : 

The  voice  v/hich  tells  me — Thou  art  mine—^ 
Exceeds  the  bleffings  of  the  vine. 

2  On  thee  th'  anointing  fpirit  came. 
And  fpreads  the  favor  of  thy  name  ; 
That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  Jefusy  allure  me  by  thy  charms. 
My  foul  fhall  fly  into  thy  arms  ! 
Our  wand'ring  feet  thy  favors  bring 
To  the  fair  cham.bers  of  the  King. 

[4.  Wonder  and  p^eaaire  tune  our  voice', 
To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys  : 
Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  tafte  of  richeft  wine.] 

5  Tho'  in  ourfeives,  deform 'd  we  are^ 
And  black  as  Kedars  tents  appear  ; 
Yet,  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on,        # 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

[6  While  at  his  table  fets  the  King, 

He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  fmg  :    . 

Our  graces  are  our  bed  perfume, 

And  breath  like  fpikenard  round  the  room.] 

7  As. myrrh,  new  bleeding  from. the  tree. 

Such  is  a  dying  Chrift  to  me  ; 

And,  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  gyej^ 

My  bo'iom,  Lord,  fhall  be  thy  left. 


44-  H  Y  P^  N  S    AND  B.  L 

[8  No  beams  of  cedar,  or  of  fir 
Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  ; 
And  here  we  wait,  until  thy  love 
Raife  us  to  nobler  feats  above.] 

LX  VI I .     Seeking  tkc  pajiuns  of  Chrift,  the 
Shepherd,  Solomon's  Songs,  i.  7. 

1  'TPHOU,  whom  my  foul  admires  above 

X    All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love. 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  do  thy  fweeteft  paftures  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  fhadow  of  that  Rock, 
Which  from  the  fun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  1  feed  among  thy  fheep, 
Among  them  reft  among  them  deep. 

3  Why  fhould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
Who  turns  aHde  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  conftant  feet  v/ould  never  rove» 
Would  never  feek  another  love. 

[4  The  footficp?  of  thy  flock  I  fe£ — 
Thy  fweetell  paftures,  here  they  be  \ 
A  wond'rous  feaft  thy  .love  prepares. 
Bought  vv  ith  thy  wounds, and  groans  and  tears* 
5   Kis  dearefl  flefli  he  makes  my  food. 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richcll  blood  : 
Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
'Till  my  beloved  lead  me  home.] 

LXVIii.     Banquet  of  Love,  Sol.  Songs,  ii, 

I,  2,^-c. 

I    TJ  EHOLD  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here, 
J3  i  he  Lily  which  the  vallies  bear  I 

Behold  the  tree  cf  life,  which  gives 
Rctiething  fruit  ani  healing  leaves  I 


B.  L    SPIRITUAL    SQNGS.     45 

2  Among  the  thorns  fo  lilies  ftiinc* 
Among  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine  : 
So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidft  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  this  cooling  (hade  I  fit. 
To  fnield  me  from  the  burning  heat ; 
Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  fpread  a  feaft, 
To  feed  my  eyes,  and  pleafe  my  tafte. 
4.  Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place. 
Where  ftood  the  banquet  of  his  grace  , 
He  faw  me  faint,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread,  and  gen'rous  wine. 
He  cheard  this  fmking  heart  of  mine  ; 
And  op'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 

'  He  fhew'd  his  thoughts,  how  kind  they  be. 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart  ! 
Lie  down,  and  refl  upon  my  heart  ; 
I  charge  my  fms  not  once  to  move, 
Difturb';Tior  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 

'  LX I X .  Ch  ri  ft  appearing  to  his  Church , and fee}:- 
ing  her CGmpany ,  Sul.  Song  ii.  8,9,  io,  i  i,&c. 

1  T^HE  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 

X     Over  the  rocks  and  rifing  grounds  \ 
O'er  hills  of  ^uilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 
He  leaps,  he  files  to  my  relief ! 

2  Nov/  through  the  veil  of  ftefii  1  fee. 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  on  me  j 
Now  in  the  gofp^l's  cleareft  glafs 

He  fhews  the  beauties  of  his  face.  , 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along. 
Both  with  his  beauty  and  liis_  tongue  ^^ 


46  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

Rife,  faith  my  Lord,  make  hafie  awdf^^ 
No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thyjiay. 

4  The  Jewifh  wint'ryjlate  is  gone. 
The  mijis  are  fed,  the  Jf  ring  comes  on, 
The  Jacred  turtle-dove  we  hear. 

Proclaim  the  new^  the  joyful  year.  ^ 

5  Th' immortal  vine,  of  heavnly  root,  ./ 
Bloffoms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit  : 

Lo,  we  are  come  to  tafte  tke  wine  ; 
Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay — 
Rife  up,  my  love,  and  hajie  aivay  I 

Our  hearts  would  fain  out-fly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 

LXX.  ChM  inviting,  and  tke  Church  anfzver^ 
ing  the  invitation,  Sol.  Song  ii.  14,  16,  17. 
[i  TTARK  !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high  ! 
Xl  Sweetly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh  ^ 
From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt. 
He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out. 

2  My  dove,  who  hideft  in  the  rock. 
Thine  heart  ahnoft  with  for  r  oik)  broke. 
Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear. 
And  let  thy  voice  delight  ttiine  ear. 

3  Thy  voice,  to  me,  funds  ever  fweet  ; 
My  graces  in  thy  count' nance  meet  : 
Tho'  the  vain  world  thy  face  defpife, 
'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes. 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives  : 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  (hall  raifc 
Th«  voice  of  prayer  and  of  praife.] 


B.  L    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      47 

[5  I  am  my  Love's  and  he  is  mine  ; 
Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  paflions  join  ; 
Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word. 
Nor  thought  arife,  to  grieve  my  Lord, 

6  My  foul  to  paftures  fair  he  leads, 
Among  the  lilies,  where  he  feeds. 
Among  the  faints  (whofe  robes  are  white 
Wafh'd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 

y  'Till  the  day  break,  and  fhadows  flee, 
'Till  the  fweet  dawnjng  light  I  fee. 
Thine  eyes  to  me- ward  often  turn. 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn, 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green. 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fm  ; 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  divide 
My  Love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide."| 

LXXI.  Chrirz  found  in  thejlreett  and  brought 
to  the  Churchy  Sol.  Song,  iii.  i,  2,  3,  4,  5. 
I   /^FTEN^I  feek  my  Lord  by  night, 

V-/  y^fuSf  my  love,  my  foul's  delight  ; 
With  warm  defire  and  reftlefs  thought, 

1  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not. 

2  Then  I  arife,  and  fearch  the  flreet, 
'Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet  j 
I  afk  the  watchman  of  the  night, 
JVhere  didyoufe€  myfouVs  delight  ? 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 

Direfted  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 

I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 

And  hold  him  fad  in  mine  embrace. 

[4  I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home, 
(Nor  does  my  Lord  refuie  to  come) 


4%  HYMNS    AND  B.  L 

To  Sions  facred  chambers,  -where  ^ 

My  foul  firft  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  fake  with  deadly  fmart  ; 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 

Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  fhare.] 

6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys. 
Approach  not  to  difturb  my  joys  ; 
Nor  fm,  nor  hell,  come  near  my  heart. 
To  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

LXXII.  The  coronation  o/'Chrift,  and  ejpow 
Jals  of  the  Churchy  Sol.  Song,  iii.  2. 

1  TTV  Aught ERS  of  Sion,  come,  behold 
JL/  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 

Vv'^hich  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown, 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon, 

2  yefuSf  thou  everlafting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  ; 
Accept  the  well-deferv'd  renown, 
And  wxar  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

3  Let  ev'ry  afl  of  worfhip  be, 
Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  above, 
We  firO:  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 

4  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day 
Our  hearts  would  wifh  it  long  to  ftay  ; 
Nor  let  pur  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  fmk,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  O  !  let  each  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 
'Till  wQ  are  rais'd  to  Ting  thy  name 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 


B.  I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     49 

6  O  that  the  months  woiild  roll  away, 
And  bring  that  coronation  day  ! 
The  King  of  Grace  fhall  fill  the  throne. 
With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 

LXXIII.  The  church's  beaufy  in  the  eyes  of 
Chrift.  Sol.  Song  iv.  i,  10,  11,  7,  8,  9. 

I  XT'  IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord, 
1\^  AfFe6lion  founds  in  every  word  ; 

Loi  thdu  art  fairy  my  love,  he  cries. 

Not  the  young~doves  have  jweeter  eyes, 

("2  Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  f  leafing  voice 
Salutes  mine  ear  with  fecret  joys  ; 
No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  fmell. 
Nor  milk  nor  honey  tafies  fo  well.^ 

3  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride  to  me, 
I  will  behold  no  f pot  in  thee  : 

What  mighty  wonders  love  performs. 
And  puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms  ! 

4  Defil'd  and  loathfome  as  we  are, 
He  makes  us  white  and  calls  us  fair  ; 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  drefs. 
His  graces  and  his  right'oufnefs» 

5  Myfifier  and  my  fpoufe,  he  cries. 
Bound  to  my  heart  by  varous  ties  ; 
Thy  pow' rful  love  my  heart  retains, 
Injirong  delight,  and.pleafijig  chains, 

6  Ke  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  the  wild  world  of  beafts  and  men. 
To  Sion  where  his  glories  are — 

Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair. 

7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains. 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains 

E 


50  HYMNS    AND  B.  1. 

Shall  hold  my  feet  or  force  my  ftay, 
When  Chriji  invites  my  fonl  away, 

LXXIV.   rhe  church,  the  garden  of  Q\ij\% 
Sol.  Songs  iv.  12,  13,  15,  ands,  i. 

I  "T  X  7E  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 

V  V     Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground ; 
A  little  fpot  inclos'd  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs. 
1  Like'  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  (land. 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  ; 
And  all  his  fprings  in  S'lon  flow, 
To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
Spirit  divine,  defcend  and  breath, 

A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  beft  fpices  flow  abroad. 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  ; 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear. 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  adlive  here. 

[5  Let  my  beloved  come,  and  tafte 
His  pleafant  fruits  at  his  own  feaft  : — 
/  come  77iy  JponjCy  I  come  he  cries. 
With  love  and  pleafure  in  his  eyes. 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
Well  pleas'd  to  fmell  our  poor  perfumes  : 
And  calls  us  to  a  feaft  divine. 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk  or  wine.  ' 

n  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life  ^  my  friends  y 
The  hlefjings  which  my  Father  jends  ; 
Tour  tafte  fhall  all  m.y  dainties  prove. 
And  drink  abundance  of  my  Uve. 


B    I.       SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     51 

8   yejusy  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  fing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  : 
But  the  rich  food^  on  which  we  live, 
Demands  morepraife  than  tongues  can  give.] 

LXXV.  The  defcription  ofQWi^i.thebehved, 
Sol.  Song  V.  9,  10,  II,  12,  14,  15,  16, 

1  '^  I  ^HE  wond'ring  world  enquire  to  know, 

X     Why  I  fhould  love  my  Jefus  fo  : 
IVhat  are  his  charms^  fay  they  above 
The  ohjeSfs  of  a  mortal  love  f 

2  Yes  my  beloved  to  my  fight 
Shews  a  fweet  mixture,  red  and  white  ; 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 

In  my  beloved  meet  and  fhine. 

3  White  is  his  foul  from  blemifh  free  ; 
Red  with  the  blood  he  fhed  for  me  ; 
The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs — 

A  fun  among  ten  thoufand  ftars  ; 

[4  His  head  the  fined  gold  excels  ; 
There  wifdom,  in  perfection,  dwells, 
And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 

5  Compafi^.ons  in  his  heart  are  found. 
Hard  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  : 
His  facred  fide  no  more  fnali  bear 
The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.] 
[6  His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  di'monds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  \ 
Thofe  heav'nly  hands  which  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me  ! 

7  The'  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees. 
Loaded  with  fms  and  agonies. 


52  HYMNS    AND  B.-I. 

Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command 
His  legs,  like  marble  pillars,  ftand.] 

[8  His  eyes  are  majefty  and  love — 
The  eagle  tempered  with  the  dove  ; 
No  more  ihall  trickling  forrows  roll 
Thro'  thele  dear  windows  of  his  foul.] 
9His  mouth  which  pour'd  out  long  complaints 
Now  fmiles,  and  chears  his  fainting  faints : 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 
Than  LebanomwiiYi  all  its  trees, 
lo  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 
Muft  be  belov'd  and  yet  ador'd  i 
His  worth,  if  all  the  nations  knew. 
Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 

LXXVI.    Chrift  dwells  in  heaven f  but  vtjits 
on  earthy  Sol.  Song,  vi.  i,  2,  3,  I2. 

1  -XliJ  [tell 

V  V  HEN  (Grangers  fland,  and  hear  me 
What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know,. 
That  they  may  feek  and  love  him  too. 

2  My  befl  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown  : 
But  he  defcends,  and  fhews  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

[;^   In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand. 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  ftand  ; 
He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  (how  their  fpotlefs  heads. 
4.  He  has  engrofs'd  my  warmcft  love, 
Nq  earthly  charms  my  ford  can  gioye  ; 
1  have  a  manlion  in  his  hes-it, 


B.I.     SPIRITUAL   SONGS.     53 

Nor  death,  nor  hell  fhal]  make  us  part.] 

[5  He  takes  my  foul  e're  I'm  aware. 

And  fhows  me  where  his  glories  are  ; 

No  char'ot  of  Amminadab 

The  heav'niy  rapture  can  difcribe. 

6  O  may  m^y  fpirit  daily  rife 

On  wings  of  faith,  above  the  (kies, 

'Till  death  fhaU  make  my  laft  remove. 

To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  love. 

LXXVir.   The  love  ^/Chrift  to  the  Church, 

Sol.  Song  vii.  5,  6,  9,  12,  13. 
I   '^TOW  in  the  gall'ries  of  his  grace 

X^    Appears  the  king,  and  thus  he  fays  ; 
Mow  fair  my  fmnts  are  in  my  fight , 
My  love,  hoiv  phafant  for  delight  ! 

1  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'niy  grace  in  every  Vv'ord  ; 
From  that  dear  mouth,  a  ftream  divine 
Flows  fweeter  than  the  choiceft  wine. 

3  Such  wond'rous  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  faints  who  were  almoft  aileep, 
To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
And  makes  our  cold  aife(?tions  flame, 

4  Thefe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know 
In  fields  and  villages  below  \ 
Gives  as  a  reliih  of  his  love, 

But  keeps  his  noblcfl  feail  above, 

5  In  paradife,  within  the  gates,  ; 
An  higher  entertainment  waits  ; 
Fruits,  new  and  old,  laid  up  in  ftore,  ■ 
There  we  fhaii  feed^ — but  thirfl  no  more. 

Ex 


54  HYMNS    AND  B.  L 

LXXVIII.  Strength  ^/Chrift's  kve  and  the 
fouVsjealoufy  ofherozvriy  Sol.  Song,  viii.  5,&c. 
[i   ^X  7HO  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs, 

V  V    That  travels  from  the  wildernefs? 
And  prefs'd  with  forrows  and  with  fins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  fhe  leans. 

2  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chrirt,  our  God, 
Bought  v>'ith  the  treafures  of  his  blood. 
And  her  requeft,  and  her  complaint. 

Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint.] 

3  '*  O  let  my  name  engraven  ftand, 

**  Both  on  thy  heart,  and  on  thy  hand  : 
**  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
**  That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

4-  **  Stronger  than  death,  my  love  is  knov/r^, 
^'  Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown  j 
'*  And  hell,  and  earth,  in  vain  combine, 
**  To  quench  a  fire  fo  much  divine. 

5  **  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

♦*  Left  it  fhould  once  from  thee  depart  ; 
**  Then  let  thy  nam^e  be  well  imprefs'd, 
ff'  As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  breaft. 

6  **  'Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
**  Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come  j 
**  Thy  count'nance,  let  me  often  fee, 

**  And  often  thou  fhall  hear  from  me, 

7  **  Come,  my  beloved,  hafte  away, 
**  Cut  fhort  the  hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
**  Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe, 

'*  Over  the  hills  where  fpices  gi-ow.'* 

LXXIX.   A  Morning  Hymriy  Pfate  xix.  5, 

8,  <7«ilxxiii.  24.,  25. 
5   /^  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
VJT  The  chearful  fun  makes  bafte  to  rife* 


B.  L     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      55 

And,  like  a  giant,  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  ficies* 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eaft, 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins — 
And,  without  wearinefs  or  reft,  , 
Round  the  whole  earth  he  fties.  and  ihinea. 

3  Oh,  like  the  fun,  may  I  fulfil 
Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 
With  ready  mind  and  a(5live  Viil, 
March  on,  and  keep  my  heav'niy  way  ! 

[4  But  I  fliali  rove,  and  lofe  the  race. 
If  God,  my  Sun,  ihould  difappear. 
And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze 
To  follow  ev'ry  wand'ring  ftar. 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure^ 
Enlight'ning  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 

Thy  threat'nings  juft,  thy  promife  fure^ 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  v-^ife. 

6  Give  me  thy  counfel  for  my  guide^ 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  blifs  : 
All  my'defires  and  hopes  beiide 

Are  faint  and  cold,  compar'd  with  this  t 

LXXX.  Jn  Evening  Hymn^  Pfalm  iv  8,  and 
iii,  5,  6,  ayidcxlni.  8. 

1  'TPHUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

A    Thus  far,  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days^ 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  fhall  make  known 
Some  frefh  memor'al  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte. 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  paft. 

He  gives  me  ilrength  for  days  to  conje. 


56  H  Y  M  N  S    AND  B.   I. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  deep, 
Peace-  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep, 
Their  watchful  ftations  round  my  bedr 

4  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things  ; 
My  God,  in  fafety,  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  ihadow  of  his  wings. 

[5   Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear: 

0  may  thy  prefence  ne'er  depart ! 
And,  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindnefs  ot  thy-  heart. 

6  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  fhall  comCj 
Mv  flefh  fhall  reil  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  my  voice — to  roufe  my  tomb — 
With  fweet  falvation  in  the  found.] 

LXXXI.  A  Seng  for   Mcrning  or  Evening, 
Lam.   iii.  23,  lia.  xiv/y. 

1  li  /TY  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love ! 
JAX  Thy  gifts   are.ev'ry  ev'ning  new  ; 

And  morning  mercies,  from  above. 
Gently  diftil,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  fpread'ft  the  curtains  of  the  night. 
Great  Guard'an  of  my  fleeping  hours  \ 
Thy  Sov'reign  word  reflores  the  light. 
And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  pow'rs. 

-^   I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy"command^> 
To  thee,  I  confecrate  my  days : 
Perpet'al  bladings  from  thme  hand 
Demand  perpet'ai  fongs  of  praif^o 


B.  I.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     57 

LXXXII.  GoD/^r  above  creatures.  Job  iv/ 

17,  21. 
I  Q  HALL  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood 

O  Contend  with  their  Creator  God  \ 
Shall  mortsi  worms  prefume  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  or  juft  than  He  \ 
1  Behold,  he  puts  his  truft  in  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compared  v/ith  his. 
Are  neither  holy,  juft  nor  wife. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they, 
Who  fpring  from  duft,  and  dwell  in  ciay  ! 
Touc}>'d  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 

We  faint  and  vanifh  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night. 
We  die  by  thoufands  in  thy  fight ; 
Bury 'd  in  duft,  whole  nations  lie 

Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

5  Almighty  Pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow  ; 
How  frail  are  we  !  how  glor'ous  thou  !-— 
No  more  the  fons  of  earth  fhali  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare  \ 

LX  XX 1 1 1 .  AffliBions  unckr providence j  Job, 
V.  6. 

1  "\^TOT  from  the  duft  afl^i^lion  grows^ 
XN      Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance  j 

Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  ;  *^ 
A  fad  inheritance ! 

2  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  co^ls, 
And  ftiil  are  upwards  borne  ; 

So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  foufs,  "' 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 


58  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe, 
And  truO  his  promis'd  grace  ; — 

He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Of  love  and  right  oufnefs. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  which  I  e'er  bore, 
Shall  fpoil  my  future  peace — 

For  death  and  hell,  can  do  no  more 
Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 

LXXXIV.     SalvatioUy     righteoiifnefsj     and 
Jiren^rh  in  Chrift,  I  fa.  xiv.  2i — -2^. 

1  TEHOVAH  fpeaks— let  Ifr'el  hear  ! 
^J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear  ; 

While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  fov'reign  honors,  and  his  names — 

2  *'  I  am  the  laft,  and  I  the  firft, 

*'  The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  juft  ; 
*'  T^here's  none  befide  pretends  to  fhew 
*♦  Such  juftic^,  and  falvation  too. 

3  **  Ye,  who  in  fhades  of  darknefs  dwell, 
"  Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell — 

"   Look  up  to  me,  from  diftant  lands, 

**   Light,  life,  and  heav'n,  are  in  my  hands. 

4  **  I  by  my  holy  name  have  fworn, 
'*  Nor  fhall  the  word  in  vain  return  ; 

'*  To  me  (hall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
«'  And  ev'ry  tongue  Ihall  fwear  to  me. 

5  *'  In  ME  alone,  (hali  men  confefs 

**   Lies  all  their  ftrength  and  right'oufnefs  ; 
•*  But  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
'•   rU' clothe  them  with  eternal  fhame, 

6  *•  In  me  the  Lord,  fhall  all  the'  feed 
**  Of  Ifr'el,  firom  their  fins  be  freed  ;     . 
**  And,  by  their  ihimng  graces  prove, 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     59 

•*  Their  int'reft  in  my  pard'ning  love." 
LXXXV.       The  fame. 
'HE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 


1  'T^J 


His  Godhead,  from  his  throne; 
**  Mercy  and  juftice  are  the  names 
**  By  which  1  will  be  known. 

2  "  Ye  dying  fonls,  who  fit 
*'  In  darknefs  and  diflrefs, 

*'  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
,**  To  my  recov'ring  grace." 

3  Sinners  fhall  hear  the  found  ; 
Their  thankful  tongues  fh^ll  own, 

Our  right'oufnefs  and  ftrength  are  found 
In  Thee,  the  Lord  alone. 

4  In  Thee,  fhall  Ifr'el  truft. 
And  fee  their  guilt  forgiv'n  ; 

God  wilj  pronounce  the  fmners  juft. 
And  take  the  faints  to  heav'n. 

LXXXVI.  God  holyjuji,  ^/overeig?i,  Job, 
ix.   2. 

1  T  TOW  fhould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
XjL     Be  pure  before  their  GoD  ^ 

If  he  contend  in  right'oufnefs. 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 
111  make  no  more  pretence  i 

Not  one,  of  all  ray  thoufand  faults. 
Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife  j 
What  vain  prefumers  dare 

Againft  their  maker's  hand  to  rife, 
Qr  'tempt  th'  unequal  war  ^ 


io  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

[4  Mountains  by  his  Almighty  wrath, 
From  their  own  feats  are  torn  ; 

He  (hakes  the  earth  from  fouth  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife, 
Th'  obed'ent  fun  forbears  ! 

His  hand  with  fack-cloth  fpreads  the  ikies. 
And  feals  up  all  the  ftars. 

6  He  walks  iipon  the  ftormy  fea — 
Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 

There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  way. 
Or  his  dark  footlleps  find.] 

LXXX  VI I  .God  dzvells  with  the  humble  and 
penitent  t  I  fa.  Ivii.   15,  16. 

1  'T^HUS  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 

A     "I  fit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
'*  My  name  is  GOD,  I  dwell  on  high — 
**  Dwell  in  mine  own  eternity. 

2  **  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below — 
**  On  earth,  I  have  a  manfion  too  : 
**  The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 

'*  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

5  **  The  humble  foul,  my  words  revive, 

**  I  bid  the  mourning  fmner  live  ; 

**  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 

♦*  And  cafe  the  forrows  of  the  mind. 

[4  **  When  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 
* '    I  make  them  know — hozv  viie  fbefve  been  ; 
^/   But  fiiouid  my  wrath  for  ever  fmoke, 
**  Their  fouls  would  fink  beneath  the  ihoke.*' 
.5   O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
,  Left  we  (hould  faint,  defpair  and  die  ! 
Thus  (hall  our  better  thoughts  approve 


B.  L      SPIRITUAL    SONGS,     6i 

The  methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  love,] 
LXXX  VI 1 1 .  Life, the  day  of  Grace  and  Hope , 

Ecclef.  ix.  4,  5,  6,  10. 
I    T    IFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

ij  The  time  t'  infure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vileft  fmner  may  return. 

f2  Life  is  the  hour  which  God  has  giv'n 
To  'fcape  from  hell  and  fiy  to  heav'n  \ 
The  day  of  grace,  when  mortals  may 
Secure  the  bleffings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  muft  die. 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  : 
Their  mem'ry  and  tiieir  fenfe  is  gone. 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

[4  Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  loftj, 
Theii'  envy  bury'd  in  the  dud  ; 
They  have  no  ihare  in  all  that's  done 
Beneativthe  circuit  of  the  fun.  J 

5  Then  what  m.y  thoughts  defign  to  do; 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  puifue  \ 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground, 

6  There  are  no  a<fts  of  pardon  pail 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte  ; 
But  darknefs,  death,  and  long  defpair 
Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 

LXXXIX.  Youth  and  Judgment,  Ecd.  xi.9. 

I   ^\7^E  f'^us  of  Adam.,  vain  and  young, 

X  Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  yoyr 
Tafte  the  delights  your  fouls  defue,  [tongues 
And  give  a  loofe  to  ail  your  fire. 


62  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

%  Purfue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 
And  chear  your  hearts  with  fongs  and  wine  ; 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth — but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too  \ 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts^ 
His  book  records  your  fecret  faults  j 

The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done, 
Muft  all  appear  before  the  fun. 

4  The  vengeance,  to  ^owx  follies  due, 
Should  ftrike  your  hearts  with  terror  through  j 
How  will  you  ftand  before  his  face. 

Or  anfwer  for  his  injur'd  grace  ? 

5  Alnr.ighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  the  alluring  vanities  ! 

And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

XC.     The  fame, 

1  T    O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
ij     And  thro'  all  nature  rove  ; 

Fulfil  the  wilhes  of  their  eyes, 
•  And  tafte  the  joys  they  love. 

2  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires  ; 
But  let  the  finners  know, 

The  ftri£l  account,  which  God  requires 
Of  ail  the  w^orks  they  do. 

3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high  j 
The  frighted  earth  and  feas 

Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye, 
And  flee  before  his  face. 

4  How  fliall  I  bear  that  dreadful  day, 
And  (land  the  fiery  teft  ? 

I  give  all  mortal  joys  away 
*-  To  be  for  ever  bleft. 


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XCI.  Advice  to  Toutk,  EccL  x.ii.  1,7. 

1  "^JOW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
X  %    Remember  your  Creator  Gc^o  x 

Behold  the  months  come  hail'ning  on. 
When  yqu  fhall  fay — my  joys  are  gone  i 

2  Behold,  the  aged  finner  goes 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Dov/n  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 

3  The  duft  returns  to  dull:  again  ; 
The  foul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Afcends  to  God  ^  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  fmks  to  hell. 

4.  Eternal  King  !   I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know — how  frail  I  am — 
And,  when  my  foul  muft  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  manfion  in  thy  love. 

XCII.  Chrift,  PFt/dom  of  God,  Pro.  viii, 
I,  22,  32. 

I    QHALL  Wifdom  cry  aloud, 
O     And  not  her  fpeech  be  heard  ? 

The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 
Deferves  it  no  regard  r 

2^*1  v/as  his  chief  delight, 

'*  His  everlafting  Son, 
'*  Before,  the  firft  of  all  his  works, 

*'  Creation  was  begun. 

[3  "  Before  the  flying  clouds, 

**  Before  the  folid  land, 
**  Before  the  fields,  before  the  flood?, 
"  I  dwell  at  his  right  hand. 

4  *'  When  he  adorn'd  the  ikies, 


64.  H  Y  M  N  S    AND  B,  1. 

*'  And  built  them — I  was  there, 
<*  To  order  when  the  fun  fhould  rife, 
**  And  martial  ev'iy  ftar. 

5  **  When  he  pour'd  out  the  fea, 
*'  And  ipread  the  tic  wing  deep, 

'*  I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
"—In  its  own  bounds  to  keep. — 

6  '*  Upon  the  empty  air 

*'  The  earth  was  ballanc'd  well  ; 

*•  With  joy  i  fav/  the  manfion  where 

•*  The  fons  of  men  fliould  dwell. 

7  **  My  bufy  thoughts  at  firft 
**  On  theii  faivation  ran, 

"  E'er  fm  was  born,  or  Adam's  duft 
**  V\^as  fafhion'd  to  a- man. 

8  **  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
**  Ye  children,  and  be  wife  ; 
Happy  the  man  who  keeps  my  ways, 

The  man  who  ihuns  them,  dies." 

XCIII.  Wijdom  obeyed  or  rejtftcdt  Pro.  viii. 

1  'T^KUS  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord— • 

X  "Blefs'd  is  the  man  who  hears  my  word, 
**  Keeps  daily  v^atch  before  my  gates, 
*'  And,  at  ray  feet,  for  mercy  waits. 

2  "  The  foul,  who  feeks  me,  iiiall  obtain. 
**  Immortal  wealth,  and  heav'nly  gain  j 

**  Immortal  life  is  his  reward — 

'*  Life — and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  "-But  the  vile  wretch,  who  flies  from  x;.ie> 
**  Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury. ; 

*'  Fools,  ivho  againfc  my  grace  rebel, 
*•  Seek  death-T-and,  love  the  razd.ta'liclL" 


B.I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      65 

XCIV. — JuftijicaUonhy  Faith, not  by  Worh— 
Rom.  iii.  19 22. 

I    "T  TAIN  are  the  hopes,  the  fons  of  men 

V       On  their  own  v/orks  have  built  ; 
Their  hearts,  by  nature,  all  unclean. 
And  all  their  anions  guilt. 

1  Let  Jevv'  and  Gentile  ftop  their  mouths , 
Without  a  murm'ring  vv'ord, 

And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  ftand 
Guilty,  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  afk  God's  right'ous  law 
To  juflify  us  now  ; 

Since-^to  convince,  and  to  condemn^ — 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jefus  how  glor'ous  is  thy  grace. 
When  in  thy  Name  we  truft  1 

Our  faith  receives  a  right'oufnefs 
Which  makes  the  fmner.jufl. 

XCy.  B^egeneratian^  John  i.  13,   and'iii.  3, 

&c. 
i    IWTOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

\i.N      Nor  rites,  which  God  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth. 

Can  raife  a  foul  toheav'n. 

2  The  fov 'reign  w^ill  of  God,  alone 
Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 

Born  in  the  image  cf  his  Son^ 
A  new  pecul'ar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  fom.e  heav'nly  wind, 
Blows  on  the  fons  of  fieih  \ 

New-Fnodeis  all  the  carnal  mind. 
And  forms  the  man  afrelh. 


66  H  Y  M  N  S    AfD  B.  l: 

4  Our  quick'ned  fouls  av^^ake — arri  nfo 

From  the  long  (Iteu  of  death  5 
On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes. 

And  praife  empl&ys  our  breath. 

l^CYl.    Election  exchdes  boafting^  I  Cor.  1. 
26,  31. 

1  T3  UT  few  among  the  carnal  wife, 
X)     Bnt  few  of  noble  race 

Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eye?, 
Almighty  King  of  Grace. 

2  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name, 
For  fens  and  heirs  of  God  ; 

And  thus,  he  pours  abundant  {Kame 
On  honorable  blood. 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 
The  myftVies  of  his  grace, 

To  bring  afpiring  wifdom  low. 

And  all  its  pride  abafe. 
A  Nature  has  all  its  glory  loft, 

Whei)  brought^before  hrs  throne  : 
No  fiefh  ihall  in  his  prefence  boaft, 

But  i IV the  Lord  aione. 

XCVII.     Chrift,  aur  Righteoufncfs,  i  Cor. 

URY'D  in  fhadow^s  of  the  night 
We  lie,  till  Chrifl  reftores  the  light  ;. 
Wifdom  defcends  to  heah  the  blind,' 
And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind. 
a  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
'Tis  his  atoning  blood  appears  ; 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs, 
And  fing-^^^^  Lord  our  Rigkt'oufnejs  ^ 


B.  I;    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     67 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fm  ; 
His  (pint  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  (liif 'rings  fiovr» 
At  once  to  cleanfe  znd  pardon  too. 
4.  Jefus  beholds  where  fatan  reigns, 
^Binding  his  Haves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  fets  the  p'ris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 
c;  Poor  helplefs  vv'orms  in  Thee  poffefs 
Grace,  wifdom,  pow' r,  and  right'oufneis  ; 
Thou  art  our  mighty  ALL — and  we 
Give  our  whole  felves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

XCVIIL      The  fame, 

1  T  TOW  heavy  is  the  night 

XJ-     Which  hangs  ypon  our  eyes  ; 
'Till  Ghriil,  v/ith  his  reviving  light, 
Over  out  fouls  arife  ! 

2  Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'ii  ; 
'Till  in  his  right'oufnefs  array 'd. 
We  fee  our  fins  fcrgiv'n. 

.3     Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  waySj 
His  hands  infe6led  nature  cure 
With  fanftifying, grace. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  fouls,  in  vain  ; 

He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free. 

And  breaks  the  curfed  chain,  ; 

5  Lord — ^we  adore  thy  vi^ays 
To  bring  us  near  to  God— 

Thy  fov'reign  pov/'f-,  thy  healing  grace;, 
And  thine  atoning  blood  I 


68  H  Y  M  N  S    AND  B.  I. 

XCIX.     Stones  made  children  of  Abraham,. 
Mat.  iii.  9. 

1  T  7 AI N  are  the  hopes  which  rebels  place 

V     Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race — 
(Their fathers  now  with  God.) 

2  He,  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 
Can  take  the  hardeft  ftones^ 

And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abr'am  well 
With  new  created  fons. 

3  Such  wond'rous  pow 'r  he  doth  polTefs, 
Who  fcfm'd  our  mortal  frame. 

Who  caird  the  world  from  emptinefs — - 
The  world  obey'd,  and  came. 

C .  Believe t and hefaved, Johniii.16,17,18. 

1  1VTC)T  to  ccivi::mn  the  fons  of  men 
INI   Did  Chriil,  the  Son  of  God  appear! 

No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen. 
No  flaming  fword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God — 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  fo  well, 
He  fent  his  fon  to  bear  our  load 

Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  hell.    • 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Trufi:  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  \ 
A  thoufand  j«ys  his  lips  afford, 

H.is  hands  a  thoufand  bleffings  give. 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels,  who  rcfnfe  his  grace  \ 
Who  God's  eternai  Son  defi/ife, 
The  rtotttft  hell  (hall  be  their  place. 


B.  I,     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      % 
CI.  Joy.  in  heaven  for  a  repenting  fmner^  Lu. 

XV. 

I T  X  THO  candefcribe  the  joys,  which  rife 

VV     Thro*  all  the  courts  of  paradifc. 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return. 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  r 

2  With  joy,  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eteinai  love  ; 

The  fon,  with  joy,  looks  down  and  fees 
The  purchafe  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  fpirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  ho^y  foul,  he  forin'd  anew  : 
And  faints  and  ang-iis  join  to  ling 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

CI  I — The  Beatitudes,   Matt,   v,    2 12. 

£    "O  LEST  are  the  humble  fouis,  who  fee 

X3  Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  \ 
Treafures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  w'^  in  heav'n.} 

p2  Blefl  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  fm  with  inward  frnart  ; 
The  blood  of  Chrift  divinely  tiows 
A  healing  baim  for  all  their  woes.] 

[3  Bled  are  the  meek,  who  ftand  afar 
brom  rage  and  pafTionj  noife  and  war  ;. 
God  will  fecur°  their  happy  (late, 
And  plead  tdieir  caufe  agaicfc  the  great.  J 
\l  Bieft  are  the  fouls  who  third  for  grace'  ^ 
Hunger  and  long  for  right'oufnefs^ 
They  (hall  be  well  fupply'dj  and  fed 
With  living  ftreams  and  living  bread.] 

[5  Bled  are  the  men  whofe  bowels  ETiOve,, 


70  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Chrift,  the  Lord,  they  (hail  obtain 
Like  fympathy,  and  Icve  again.] 

[6.  Blefl  are  the  pure,  whofe  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  povv'r  of  fm  ; 
With  endlefs  pleafure  they  fhall  fee 
A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity.] 
[7  Bleft  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrife  ; 
They  fhall  be  call'd — the  heirs  of  blifs, 
The  fons  of  God — the  God  of  peace.] 
[8  Bleft  are  the  fufF'rers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  fhame,  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
Their  fouls  fhall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward.,] 

C 1 1 L  Not  ajhamed  of  the  G  of  pel,  2  Tim. .  i .  12. 

1  T'TV!  not  alham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
A     Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 

Maintain  the  honor  of  his  v/ord, 
The  glory  of  his  Crofs. 

2  Jefus,  my  God  !   I  knov/  his  name, 
His  name  is  all  my  truft  ; 

Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  fhame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Finn  as  his  throne,  his  promife  ftands, 
And  he  can  well  fccure 

Wh2t  I've  commiitted  to  his  hands, 
'TiU  thedecifive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  ov/n  my  worthlefs  name 
Befor^  his  Father's  face  ; 

A-nd,  in  the  new  Jerufalem,  \ 

Appoint  my  foul  a  place. 


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CIV.  State  of  nature  and  grace  fi  Cor.vi.  10,11, 

1  ^^TOT  the  malicious  or  profane, 
JL^      The  wanton,  or  the  proud. 

Nor  thieves,  nor  (land'rers  fhall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

2  Surprizing  grace  !  And  fuch  were  we 
By  nature,  and  by  fm  ; 

Heirs  of  immortal  mifery. 
Unholy  and  unclean, 

3  But  we  are  wafh'd  in  Jefus'  blood. 
We're  parclon'd  thro'  his  name  ; 

And  the  good  fpirit  t)f  our  God 
Has  fandify'd  our  frame. 

4  O,  for  a  perievering  pow'r 
To  keep  thy  juft  commands  ! 

We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more. 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 

CV.  Heaven  invifible  and  holy  ^  I.  Cor.  ii.  9, 
10.  Rev.  xxi.  27. 

1  l^TOR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 
Jl^      Nor  fenfe,  nor  reafon  known. 

What  joys  the  father  has  prepar'd 
For  thofe  who  love  his  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  ; 

The  beams  of  glory,  in  his  word. 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  fky. 
And  all  the  region  peace  : 

No  wanton  lips,  nor  env'ous  eye, 
Can  fee  or  tafte  the  blifs. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  forever  bar 


72  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

Pollution  fin  and  fhame  ; 
Kyne  fhall  obtain  admittaRce  there, 
But  folFwers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 
There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 

The  hypocrite  in  vain  fhall  ftrive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 

C  VI .  Deadujin by  thi  crojs  ^/Chrift,Ro.vi. X. 

1  Q  HALL  we  go  on  to  fm, 

O     Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds, 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  !  , 
Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid. 

That  we,  whofe  fms  are  crucify*d. 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  flaves  no  more, 
Since  Chrift  has  made  us  free. 
Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  the  crbfs. 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

Qy^W.rhe  Fail  and  Recovery  of  Man  :  Or, 
Chriil  and  Satan  ^f  crimi/y.  Gen.  iii.  i .  15, 
17.  Gal.  iv.  4,  Col.  ii.  15. 

1  y^ECEIV'D  by  riibtle~^fnares  of  hell, 
JL/   Adam,  our  head,  our  father,  fell  i 

When  faran,  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
Prop-os'd  the  fruit  which  God  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threatening  :  Death  began 
To  take  poifefiion  of  the  maa  ^ 

His  unborn  race  rcceiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curfes  fmot-.'  the  ground. 

3  But  fatan  found  a  worfe  reward  ; 


B.I.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     73 

Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord— =- 

*'  Let  everlafting  hatred  be 

**  Betwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 

4  "  The  woman's  feed  fhall  be  my  fon  ; 
**  He  fhall  deflroy  what  thou  haft  done— 
*'  Shall  break  thy  head — and  only  feel 
"  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 
[5  He  fpake — and  bid  four  thoufand  years 
Roll  on — ^at  length  his  fon  appears  ; 
Angels,  with  joy  defcend  to  earth 
And  fing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

6  Lo,  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies  I 
But,  as  he  hung  *twixt  earth  and  Ikies, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumphed  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.] 

CVIIL  Chrift  unfee?i  and  hehved,  1  Pet.  i.  8. 
I    '^TOT  with  cur  mortal  eyes 

IjH      Have  we  beheld  the  Lord  ; 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name. 

And  love  him  in  his  word. 

1  On  earth  v/e  want  the  fight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet,  Lord  our  inmoil:  thoughts  delight 

To  dwell  upo^  thy  grace. 
3  And  when  we  tafte  thy  love. 

Our  joys  divinely  grov/ 
Unfpeakable,  hke  thofe  above, 

And  heav'n  begins  belovv^. 

CIX.  The  Value  (j/'Chrift,  and  his  right eauf- 

nefsf  Phil.  iii.  7,  8,  9. 
I    "\T0  more  my  God.  I  boaft  no  mere 

-IN    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
G 


74  H  Y  M  N  b     AND  JB.   I. 

To  truft  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name. 
What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  lofs  ^ 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  fhame. 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 

3  Yes,  and  I  muft  and  will  efteem 
All  things  but  lofs  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
O,  may  my  foul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  his  right'oufnefs  partake  ! 

4  The  beft  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands. 
By -pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

CX  Death andimmediateGloryt2Qox.v, 1 ,5,8. 

I  '"  I  ^He  RE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands, 

X       Eternal,  and  on  high  \ 
And  here,  my  fpirit  waiting  flands, 

Till  God  (hail  bid  it  fly. 

1  Shortly,  this  prifon  of  my  clay 

Mud  be  dilTolv^d,  and  fall  ; 
Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  *Tis  he,  by  his  Almighty  grace, 
Who  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  ^ 

And,  as  an  earnell  of  the  place. 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come— 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 

But,  while  the  body  is  our  home. 
We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

I;. I  \\t  hi.ci  rather  fee  ; 


B.  I.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      75 

We  would  be  abfent  from  the  ficlh, 
And  prefent.  Lord,  with  thee. 
CXI.  Salvation  by  Grace ^  Titus  iii.  3 — 7. 

[i  T    ORD,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults, 

1  J     How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
Fooli(h  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 

2  But,  O  my  foul,  forever  praife. 

For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways. 

Of  follies  fm,  and  fhame  !] 

[3  'Tis  not  thy  works  of  right'oufnefs, 
Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 

But  we  are  fav'd  by  sov'reign  grace. 
Abounding  thro'  his  Son.] 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 
That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 

'Tis  by  the  v/ater  and  the  ^lood 
Our  fouls  are  wafh'd  from  fm. 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchafe  of  his  death 
Who  hung  upon  the  tres, 

The  Spirit  is  fent  down  to  breathe 
On  fuch  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Raised  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew — 
Andjuftify'd  by  grace. 

We  ihali  appear  in  glory  too. 
And  fee  our  Father*s  face. 

CXII.    Looking  to  Jefus,  John  iii.  14 — 16, 

I    00  did  the  Hebrev/  prophet  raife 
O     The  brazen  ferpent  high  ; 

The  wounded  felt  immed*ate  eafe, 
The  camp  forebore  to  die. 


76  HYMNS   AND  B.  I. 

2  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour. 
And  /zW— the  prophet  cries  ; — 

But,  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure. 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 
High  o'er  the  heavens  he  reigns  ; 

Here  finners,  by  th*  old  ferpent  ftung, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  When  GoD*s  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 
A  dying  v/orld  revives  ; 

The  Jew  beholds  the  glor'ous  hope, 
Th*  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

CXni.  AhvzheLm's  BleJ/ings  on  the  Gentiles, 
Gen.  xvii,  7.  Rom.  xv.   8.  Mark  x.   14. 

1  TTOW  large  the  promife  !  how  divine  ! 
ATa.     To  Ab'ram,  and  his  feed  * 

^' — I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
**  Su'pplying  all  their  need." — 

2  The  words  of  this  extenfive  love 
From  age  to  age  endure  ; 

The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves. 
And  feals  the  bleiTmg  fure. 

3  Jefus,  the  ancient  faith  confirms. 
To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  ; 

He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms. 
And  calls  them — heirs  of  heaven, 

4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 
His  love  endures  the  fame  ; 

Nor  from  the  promife  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  the  children's  name., 

CXIV.  The  fame,  Romans  xi.  16,  17 


J    /^"^  ENTILES  bv  nature,  we  belong 


To  the  wild  ©live  wood 


B.  L       SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     77 

Grace  takes  us  from  the  barren  tree. 
And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 

2  With  the  fame  bleflings  grace  endows 
The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  ; 

If  pure  and  holy  be  the  Root, 
Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then,  let  the  children  of  the  faints 
Be  dedicate  to  God  ; 

Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord, 
And  walh  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus,  to  the  Parents  and  their  feed, 
Shall  thy  falvation  come. 

And  numerous  houfholds  meet  at  lad 
In  one  eternal  home. 

CXV.  ConvlSiion  of  Jin  by  the  law,  Ro.  vii. 

8,  &c. 
I    T    ORD,how  fecuremyconfcience  was, 
X-J     And  felt  no  inward  dread  ; 

1  was  aiive,  without  the  law, 
And  thought  my  fins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright. 
But  fince  the  precept  came 

With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 

I  find  how  vile  I  am. 
[3  My  guilt  appear'd  but  fmall  before, 

'Till  terribly  I  faw — 
How  perfect,  holy,  juft,  and  pure, 

Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load  j 
My'fms  reviv'd  again  ; 

I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  flain.] 

5  I'm  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold, 

G^ 


78  HYMNS    ANi>  B.  I. 

Under  the  pow'r  of  fin  ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 

Nor  keep  my  confcience  clean. 
6  My  God,  I'll  cry  with  ev'ry  breath. 

For  fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and  death. 

And  thus  redeem  the  Have. 

CXVI.  Love  to  Qon  iff  ourneighbourt  Mat. 
xxii. 

1  ^  I  ^HUS  faith  the  firft  and  great  command, 

A     **  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
'*  To  love  thy  Maker,  and  thy  God, 
*"  With  utmoft  vigor  and  delight. 

2  '*  Then  fhall  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 
*'  Share  thine  affedions  and  efteem, 

'"  And,  let  thy  kindnefs  to  thy  felf 
*'  Meafure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  which  Mofes  fpoke. 
This  did  the  prophets  teach  and  prove  ;— 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 

And  the  whole  law's  fulhll'd  by  love. 

4  But  Oh  I  how  bafe  our  paflions  are  I 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal  ! 
Lord,  fill  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  fire,, 
Or  v/e  (hall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 

CXVn.    Eh^iG7i,fovcreignandfreey  Rom. 
ix.  21. 

[i    T>  EHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay  ! 
J3  He  forms  his  veiTel  as  he  pleafe  : 
Such  is  our  God,  and  fuch  are  we, 
The  fubje£ls  of  his  high  decrees. 

%  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     79 

O'er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  choofs. 

And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end. 

And  which  to  lea,ve  fdr  viler  ufer] 

3  May  not  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 

Difpenfe  his  favors  as  he  will, 

Choofe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die^ 

And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  ftill  ? 

[4  What  if,  to  niake  his  terror  know». 

He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 

SufF'ring  vile  rebels  to  go  on. 

And  feal  their  own  deftruflion  fure  ? 

5  What  if  he  means  to  (how  his  grace^ 
And  his  eledling  love  employs 

To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race. 
And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  ? 

6  Shall  man  reply  againft  the  Lord^, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft. 
The  thunder  of  whofe  d  eadful  word 
Can  crufli  a  thoufand  worlds  to  dufl  ? 

7  But,  O  my  foul,  if  truth  fo  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight, 
Yet  ftill  his  written  v/iil  obey, 

And  wait  the  great  decifive  day, 

8  Then  (hall  he  make  his  juftice  known^ 
And  the  whole  world,  before  his  throne. 
With  joy  or  terror,  fhall  confefs 

The  glory  of  his  right'oufnefs. 

CXVill.  Mofes^^Chrift;  GrfnsMgainjlthe 
law ^ go fpe I,  ]ohu  i.  17,  He.iii.3,  5,6.x.  2^> 
I    'T^HE  law  by  Mofes  came, 

X       But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Were  brought  by  Chriil  (a  nobler  name) 
Defcending  from  above. 


8o  HYMNS    AND  B,  1. 

2  Amidft  the  houfe  of  God 
Their  difF'rent  works  were  done  ; 

Mofes  a  faithful  fervant  ftood, 
But  Chrift — a  faithful  Son. — 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  ftricfl  obed'ence  paid ; 

O'er  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  {lands 
The  Sov'reign  and  the  Head, 

4  The  man  who  durft  defpife 
The  law  which  Mofes  brought. 

Behold  !  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  prefumpt'oas  fault : 

5  But  forer  vengeance  falls 
On  that  rebeU'ous  race. 

Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus  calls 
And  dare  refift  his  grace. 

CXIX.  The  different  fuccefs  of  the  Goffel,  I 
Cor.  i.  23,  24..  2  Cor.  ii.  16.  i  Cor.  iii  6,7. 
i/^HRIST  andhiscrofsareall  our  theme  : 

V^  The  myft'ries  which  we  fpeak, 
Are  fcandal  in  the  Jew's  efleem. 
And  folly  to  the  Greek  : 

2  But  fouls,  enlightned  from  above. 
With  joy  receive  the  v/ord  ; 

They  fee  what  v,  ifclom,  pow'r,  and  love 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  favor  of  his  name 
Reft(5res •their  iaintmg  breath  ^ 

But  unbelief  perverts  tlie  fame 
To  guilt,  defpair,  and  death. 

4  'Till  God  diiFufe  his  graces  down^, 
Like  fhcw'rs  of  hcav'nlv  rain. 


i.L     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    Si 

In  vain  Apollos  fows  the  ground. 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

CXX.    Faith  9f  Things  unfeen,  Heb.  xi.  i, 
3,  &c. 

1  TTAITH  is  the  brightefl:  evidence 
JL      Of  things  beyond  our  fight, 

Breaks  thro'  the  clouds  of  flefh  and  fenfe. 
And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light. 

2  It  fets  titoe  paft  in  prefent  view. 
Brings  diftant  profpe<^s  home. 

Of  things  a  thoufand  years  ago. 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 
By  God's  almighty  word  ; 

Abra'm,  to  unknown  countries  led. 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city,  fair  and  high. 
Built  by  th'  eternal  hands  ; 

And  faith  aiTures  us,  tho'  we  die. 
That  heav'nly  building  ftands. 

CXX  I.  Children  devoted  to  GoD,  Gen.  xvii» 

7,  10.  AcFts  xvi.    14,   15,  33. 

(For  'thofe  who  pra^ice  Infant  Bapijm.) 

1  ''  I  ^HUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

X       **  111  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
**  111  blefs  thy  nuni'rous  race — and  they 
**  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 

2  Abra'm  believ'd  the  promis'J  grace. 
And  gave  his  fons  to  God  ; 

But  water  feals  the  bleffing  now. 
Which  once  was  feal'd  with  blood. 

3  Thus  Lydia  fanflify'd  her  hauft. 


22  HYMNS    AND  B.  LJ 

When  (he  receiv'd  the  wor(!  ; 
Thus  the  believing  jailor  gave 
His  houflioid  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  latter  faints,  Eternal  King, 

Thine  ancient  truth  embrace  ; 
To  thee,  their  infant  offspring  bring, 

And  humbly  claim  the  grace 

CXXII.  Believers  buried  with  Chrift  in  bap- 
tijm.  Rom.  vi.  3,  4,  &c. 

I    T^O  we  not  know  that  folemn  word — 
XJ  That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord  \ 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin  ?  f 

1  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death  ; 
So,  from  the  grave  did  Chrift  arife, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  fkies. 

3  No  more  let  fin  or  fatan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flefh  again  \ 
The  var'ous  lulls  we  ferv'd  before 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more.^ 

C X X 1 1 1 .  The  repenting  Prodigal,  Lu .  xv.  1 3 . 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  wretch,  whofe  luft  and  wine 
J3     Had  wafted  his  eftate  ; 

He  begs  a  ftiare  among  the  fwine. 
To  tafte  the  huHcs  they  eat. 

2  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,  (he  cries) 
*'  I  ftarve  in  foreign  lands  ; 

•'  My  father's  houfe  has  large  fupplies, 
"  And  bount'ous  are  his  hands. 

3  "I'll  go,  and,  v/ith  a  mourn  :al  tongue, 
**  Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 


B.  1.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    83 

♦•  Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrong, 
•*  Nor  can  deferve  thy  grace." 

4  He  faid — and  haft'ned  to  his  home. 
To  feek  his  father's  love  ; 

The  Father  faw  the  rebel  come — 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran — ^^nd  fell  upon  his  neck^ 
Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon  ; 

The  rebel's  heart  with  forrow  break 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  **  Take  ofF  his  clothes  of  fhame  and  fm, 
(The  father  gives  command) 

**  Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
**  With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  A  day  of  feafting  I  ordain, 

"  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  ; 
**  My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
**  Was  loft,  and  now  is  found.'* 

CXILIV. The  firji  and fecondkd^m.Ro.v,  12^ 

1  T^EEP  in  the  duft,  before  thy  throne, 
jlJ  Our  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we  own  ; 

Great  God,  we  own  th'  unhappy  name 
Whence  fprung  our  nature  and  our  (hame  ! 

2  Adam,  the  fmner  ; — At  his  fall, 
Death,  like  a  conq'ror,  feiz'd  us  all  v 
A  thoufand  new-born  babes  are  dead 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  while  our  fpirits,  blld  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  fmg  the  honors  of  thy  grace, 
That  lent  to  fave  our  niin'd  race. 

4  We  fiug  thine  everlafting  Son, 


«4  HYMNS    AND  B.  iJ' 

Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  ; 
Adam,  the  fecond,  fronn  the  duft, 
Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  firft. 

[5  By  the  rebellion  of  one  man. 
Thro'  all  hi?  feed  the  mifchief  ran  ; 
And  by  one  man's  obed'ence  now 
Are  all  his  feed  made  right'ous  too. 

6  Where  fm  did  reign,  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  fons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life — thus  glor'ous  grace 
Reigns  thro'  the  Lord,  our  right 'oufnefs. 

CXXV.  Chrift's  Conipajpon  to  the  weak  and 
Tempted  J  Heb.  iv.  15,16,  ^v.  9.  Mat.  vii.  20. 

1  "T  ^  TITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

V  V       Of  our  High  Pried  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
His  bovvels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within. 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame — 

He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent,  and  pure, 
The  great  Redeemer  Hood  ; 

While  fatan's  fiery  darts  he  bore. 
And  did  refift  to  blood. 

4.  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefh, 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 
And  in  his  meafure,  feels  afrefh 

What  ev'ry  member  bears. 
[5  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaklng  flax, 

Bui  raife  it  to  a  flame  : 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 

Nor  fcorns  the  meancft  name.] 


B,  i.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     Bs 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r  ; 
We  {hall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 

In  the  diftreiling  hour. 
CXX  VI .  Charity  and Uncharltahlenefs^  Rom = 

xiv.  17,  19.  I  Cor.  X.  32. 
X  "^  TOT  diff 'rent  food,  nor  diff 'rent  drefs 
J.^    Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord- 
But  peace,  and  joy,  and  right'oufnefs, 
Faith,  and  obed'ence  to  his  word. 

2  When  weaker  chriftians  we  defpife. 
We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  wrong  ; 
For  God,  the  grac'ous  and  the"Tvife, 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  ftrong. 

3  Let  Pride  and  wrath  be  banifh'd  hence  ; 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue  ; 
Nor  {hall  our  praflice  give  offence 

To  faints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew. 

CXX VI I.      Chrift's  Invitation    to  finmrs. 

Mat.  xi. 
I   **  /^OME  hither  ail  ye  weary  fouls, 

V^  "  Ye  heavy-laden  fmners  come  ^ 
**  rU  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
**  And  raife  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

a  **  They  {hall  find  re{l:  who  learn  of  me  ^ 
**  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
**  But  pa{Iion  rages  like  the  fea, 
"  And  pride  is  reftlefs  as  the  wind. 

3  *'  Bleft  is  the  man  whofe  (boulders  take, 
**  My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
**  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  my  neck, 
**  My  grace  {liail  make  the  burthen  Hght." 

4  Jefus,  we  con>e  at  thy  command  ; 
H 


86  H  YMN  S    AND  B.  I. 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zea], 
Refign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand. 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

CXXVIII.  The  ApojVe's  Commijfion,  Mark 

xvi.  15,  &c.  Matthew  xxviii.  18,  &c. 
i**/^  O  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord, 
xJT  "Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive 
**  He  fliali  be  fav'd  who  trufts  my  word, 
**  He  ihall  be  damn'd  who  won't  believe. 

[2  **  I'll  make  your  great  commiffionknown, 
**  And  ye  fhall  prove  my  gofpel  true, 
'*  By  all  the  works  which  I  have  done, 
'*  By  all  the  wonders  ye  fiiall  do. 

3  **  Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the  dead, 
'*  Go,  caft  out  devils  in  my  name  ; 

*'  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

'  ♦Tho^Greeks  reproach  andjews  blafpheme.] 

4  **  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands — 
**  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  fhall  end  ; 

**  All  pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  hands, 
'*  I  can  deftroy,  and  I  defend." 

5.  He  fpake — and  light  fhone  round  his  head, 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode  \ 
They  to  the  fartheil  nations  fpread 
The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 

CXXIX.   Submjjjion  and  deliverance ^   Gen. 

xxii.  6. 
I  Qaints,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word, 
O  Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  ; 
He  Ibali  reilore  what  you  refign. 
Or  grant  you  bleffings  more  divine. 

1  ^^Kbra'm,  with  obed'ent  hand,        . 
Led  fjith  bis  fon  at  God's  command  ; 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     87 

The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took, 
His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  firoke. 

3  "  Abra'm  forbear,  the  angel  cry'd, 

**  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd  ; 
"  Thy  fon  fliall  live — and  in  thy  feed 
**  Shall  the  whole  earth  be  bled  indeed." 

4  Juft  in  the  laft  diftreffing  hour 
The  Lord  difplays  deliv'ring  pow'r  ^ 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place, 
Where  w"e  (hall  fee  furprizing  grace 

CXXX.  Love  Off  hafred,?hi.ii.  2. E^.'iv, 10, 
I  l^TOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 

J.^  His  (harp  diilrefs,  his  fore  compiainis  ; 
By  his  laft  groans,  his  dying  blood, 

1  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints. 

2  Clamor,  and  wrath,  and  war,  begone — > 
Envy  and  fpite  for  ever  ceafe  ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Among  the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace. 

3  The  Spirit  like  a  peaceful  dove. 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  ftrife  ; 
Why  fhould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  feals  our  fouls  to  heavnly  life  ? 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts — 
Thro'  all  our  lives,  let  mercy  run  : 

So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift,  his  Son. 

CXXXl.  Pharifee  and  PuMican.Lu.XYiii.  10^ 

I    T>  EHOLD  how  fmners  difagree — 

J3  The  Publican  and  Pharifee  ! 
One^doth  his  right'oufnefs  proclaim, 
Tfee  etl|€r  owns  his  guilt  and  fhame. 


88  H  YMN  S    AND  B.  L 

a  This  man  at  humble  diftance  ftands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  j 
That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne. 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 

3  The  Lord  their  difF'rent  language  knows. 
And  difF'rent  anfwers  he  beftows 

The  humble  foul,  with  grace  he  crowns. 
While  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boafting  Pharifee  ; 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 

But  plead  the  fuff 'rings  of  thy  Son. 

CXXXII.  HoUnefs andG r ace fTiX.,i\.  10,13. 

1  Q  O  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
O   The  holy  Gofpel  we  profefs  ; 

So  l«t  our  works  and  virtue  fhine 

To  prove  the  doftrine  all  divine.— 

2  Thus  fhall  we  bed  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within 
And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  fm. 

3  Our  fleili  and  fenfc  mull:  be  deny'd, 
Paflion  and  er^vy,  luft  and  pride  ; 
While  juftice,  temp 'ranee,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up. 
While  we  expefb  that  blefied  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  our  Lord, 
And  faith  ftands  leaning  on  his  word. 

CXXXIIL  Love  and  Charity ^  iCor.  xiii. 

I    T    ET  Pharifees,  oi  high  efteem, 
JLj     Their  faith  and  zeal  decide  ; 


B.  I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS,      S9 

All  their  religion  is  a  dream. 

If  love  be  wanting  there. 
2  Love  fufFers  long  with  patient  eye^ 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafte  ; 
She  lets  the  prefent  inj'ry  die. 

And  long  forgets  the  paft. 
[3  Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell. 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes,  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 

Tho'  fhe  endures  the  wrong.] 
[4.  She  nor  defires,  nor  feeks  to  know 

The  fcandals  of  the  time  ; 
Nor  looks  w^ith  pride  on  thefe  belov/. 

Nor  envies  thofe  who  climb.] 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by 
To  feek  her  neighbor's  good  ^ 

So  God's  0\vn  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  bought  our  lives  with  biood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  v/hich  keeps  her  pow'r^ 
In  realms  of  light  above  ; 

There  faith  and  hope  are  l5;nown  no  more. 

But  faints  for  ever  love. 
CXXXiy.      Religion  vain    luithoui.  Love, 
I   Cor.  xiii.    i,   2,   3. 

1  T  TAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
-LX  And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  ufsj 

If  love  be  abfent,  1  am  found 

Like  twinkling  brafs  an  empty  found, 

2  Were  1  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell. 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing,  without  love. 

3  Should  I  diilribute  all  my  (lore. 

H  z 


90  HYMNS    ANp  B.  I. 

To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 

Or  give  my  body  to  the  fiame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glor'ous  name — 

4.  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men 
Be  abfent — all  my  hopes  are  vain  : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal. 
The  vv^ork  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

CXXXV.   The  love  ofChnajhed  abroad  in 
the  Hearty  Eph.  iii.  i6,  &c. 

1  /^OME,  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 
V-^  By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breafl  \ 

Then  fhail  we  know,  and  tafte  and  feel 
The  joys  which  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  flrength, 
Make  our  enlarged  fouls  pofTefs 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  thine  unmeafurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whofe  pow'r  can  ^ 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wiflies  know. 
Be  everlafting  honors  done 

By  ail  the  church,  thro'  Chrifl  his  Son. 

CXXXV  I .  Sincerity  andHypocrify  ;  or.  For- 
mality in  IVorJhip,  Jo.  iv.  23.  Pf.  cxxxix.  23. 

1  /^  OD  is  a  Spirit,  juft  and  wife  ; 
VJT     He  fees  our  inmoft  mind  : 

In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raife  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth,  before  his  throne. 
With  honor  can  appear' ; 

The  painted  hypocrites  are  known. 
Through  the  difguife  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  falute  the  fkies^ 


B,  L    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      91 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  j 
But  God  abhors  the  facrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  fearch  my  thoughts^  and  try  my  ways. 

And  make  my  foul  fmcere  ; 
Then  fhall  I  fland  before  thy  face. 

And  find  acceptance  there. 

CXXXYlI.Sahatianl>yGrace,2TimA.Q,J0. 

1  TVTOW  to  the  ^w'r  of  God  fupreme 
-L^    Be  everlafling  honors  giv'n  ; 

He  faves  fron>  hell — (we  blefs  his  name)    - 
He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deferts. 
But  of  his  own  abounding  grace. 
He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts. 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praife. 

3  'Twas  his  mere  pleafure  whiah  begun 
To  refcue  rebels  doom'd  to  die  : 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Chrift  his  Son, 
Before  he  fpread  the  ftarry  Iky. 

4  Jefus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  laft. 

And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  known  ;, 
Declares  the  great  tranfa(5lions  pad. 
And  brings  immortal  bieffings  down. 

5  He  dies- — and,  in  that  dreadful  night. 
Did  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  deftroy 
Rifing,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light. 
And  took  polfeflion  of  the  joy. 

CXXXVIII.  Saints  in  the  Hands  /Chriil^ 
John  X.  28,  29. 

I   Tj^IRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands^,. 
JC      My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trud  ; 


92  HYMNS    AND  B.  I 

If  I  am  found  in  Jefus'  hands 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 

2  His  honor  is  engag'd  to  fave 
The  meaneft  of  his  {hecp  ; 

All  which  his  heav'niy  Father  gave 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nor  death,  nor  hell  fhall  e'er  remove 
His  fav'rites  from  his  breaft  ^ 

In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 
They  muft  for  ever  reft. 

CXXXIX.      Hope  in  the   Covenant,    Heb. 
vi.  17,  19. 

1  T  TOW  oft  have  fm  and  fatan  ftrove 
Xa  Torend  my  foul  from  thee,my  God; 

But  everlafting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jefus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace  ; 
Eternal  pov/'r  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endlefs  praife. 

3  Amidft  tem^ptations  fliarp  and  long. 
My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  *, 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  ftrong. 
While  tempefts  blow,  and  billows  rife. 

4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  of  my  hope. 
In  oaths,  and  promifes,  and  blood. 

CXL.     A  living  and  a  dead  Faith ^   coileEiei 

from  fever  al  Scriptures. 
l'\  yf"  I  ST  A  KEN  fouls !  who  dream  ofheav'xi 
JLVX     And  make  their  em.pty  boaft 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


n 


Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 
While  they  are  ilavcs  to  luft. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 
If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 
To  Chrift  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart, 
'Tis  faith  w^hich  works  by  love  ^ 

That  bids  all  finful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  which  conquers  earth  and  hell, 
By  a  coeleftial  pow'r  ; 

This  is  the  grace  which  {hall  prevail 
In  the  decifive  hour. 

5  Faith  muft  obey  her  Father's  will. 
As  well  as  trull  his  grace  ; 

A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  flill, 
For  his  own  holinefs. 

6  When  from  the  curfe  he  fets  us  free,^     ' 
He  makes  our  natures  clean  : 

Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to  be 
The  minifter  of  fm. 

7  His  fpirit  purifies  our  frame. 
And  feals  our  peace  with  God  ; 

Jefus,  and  his  falvation,  cams 
By  water  and  by  blood. 

CXLI.     Thg  Humiliation  and  Exaltation  of 
Chrift,  Ifa.  liii.  i — 5,  10 — 12. 
I   T  "^THO  has  believ'd  thy  word, 
V  V     Or  thy  falvation  known  ? 
Reveal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  fon  ! 


94  HYMNS    AND  B.  L 

2  The  Jews  efteem'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  their  belief  : 

Sorrows,  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
And  his  companion,  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 
And  treated  him  with  fcorn  ; 

But  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay. 
Their  forrows  he  has  borne  ; 

4  'Twas  for  the  ftubborn  Jews, 
And  Gentiles,  then  unknown. 

The  God  of  jultice  pleas'dto  bruife 
His  beft-bsloved  Son, 

5  "  But  V\\  prolong  his  days, 

'*  And  make  his  kingdom  iland  ; 
*'  My  pleafure,  (faith  the  God  of  Grace) 
**  Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 

[6  *♦  His  joyful  foul  fliallfee 
*'  The  purchafe  of  his  pain  ; 
"  y^nd  by  his  knowledge  juftify 
**  The  guilty  fons  of  men.] 

7  '*  Ten  thoufand  captive  (laves 
*'  Released  from  death  and  fm, 
*'  Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves, 
"  And  ov/n  his  pow'r  divine.] 

[8  **  Heav'n  (hall  advance  my  Son 
**  To  joys  which  earth  deny'd  ; 
*'  He  faw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
*'  And  bore  their  fms  and  dy'd."] 

CXLH.  The  fame,  Ifa.  liii.  6—9,  12. 

I    T    IKE  fheep  we  went  aftray, 
X^  And  broke  the  fold  of  GoD  ; 
Each  wandering  in  a  difF'rent  way 


B.I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    95 

But  all — the  downward  road, 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour. 
When  God  our  wanderings  laid — - 

And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 
When  Chrift  fuftain'd  the  ftroke  1 

His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ranfom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honor  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  away  ; 

Join'd  with  the  wicked,  in  his  death, 
And  made  as  vile  as  they, 

5  But  God  fhall  raife  his  head 
O'er  all  the  Tons  of  men, 

AnAmake  him  fee  a  numerous  feed 
To  recompence  his  pain. 

6  "  I'll  give  him  (faith  the  Lord) 
**  A  portion  with  the  ftrong  \ 

**  He  fhall  poiTefs  a  large  reward, 
**  And  hold  his  honors  long.'* 

CXLin.C^^r^^^r.'  of  the  Children  of  GoD. 

I      AS  new-born  babes  defire  the  breaft, 
xJl     To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive  ; 

So  faints,  with  joy,  the  gofpel  tafte. 
And  by  the  gofpel  live. 

[2  With  inward  gu'l:  their  heart  approves 

All  which  the  word  relates  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves. 

And  hate  the  works  he  hales.] 

[3  Not  all  the  flattering  baits  on  earth 
Can  make  them  ilaves  to  lufl  ; 


96  HYMNS    AND  B.  I, 

Ttrey  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth, 
Nor  grovel  in  the  dull. 

4  Not  all  the  chains  w|iich  tyrants  ufe. 

Can  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  ; 
Faith,  like  a  conqu*ror,  can  produce 

A  thoufand  victories.] 

[5  Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  feed. 

Abides,  and  reigns  w^ithin  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 

The  fons  of  God  to  fin.] 

[6  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  fiave 

Do  they  perform  his  will  ; 
Kut  with  the  nobleft  powers  they  have. 

His  fweet  commands  fulfil.] 

7  They  find  accefs  at  ev'ry  hour 
To  God,  within  the  veil  ; 

Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r. 
And  joys,  which  never  fail. 

8  O  happy  fouls  !  O  glor'ous  ftate 
Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 

To  dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat, 
And  fee  his  lovely  face  ! 

9  Lord  I  addrefs  thy  heav'niy  throne- — 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 

Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form,  my  heart  divine. 

10  There  flied  thy  choiceft:  loves  abroad, 
And  make  my  comforts  tirong  ; 

Then  fliall  I  fay— iVi>  Father,  GoD, 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 


B.  I.    SPIRITUAL   SONGS,     97 

CXLI V The  wifnejfing  and Je ding  Spirit ^ 

Rom.  viii.  i4»  i6-  Eph-  i-  i3»  i4- 

1  TTCT'HY  fliould  the  children  of  a  king 

V  V       Go  mourning  all  their  days  } 
Great  Comforter,  defcend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace 

2  Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints. 
And  feaLthe  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 

When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaintSi 
And  {hew  my  fins  forgiv'n. 

3  Afiiire  my  confcience  of  her  part 
In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 

And  bear  thy  v/itnefs  with  my  heart, 
1*hat  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earneft  of  his  love. 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 

And  thy  foft  wings,  coelefl'al  Dove  ! 
Will  fafe  convey  me  i)ome. 

CXLV  .Chriji  and  Jarony  taken fromllcviugf 

1  TESUS,  in  thee,  our  eyes  behold 
J      A  thoufand  glories  more 

Than  the  rich  gems  and  polifli'd  gold 
The  fons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  They  firft  their  own  b  urnt  offerings  brought 
To  purge  themfelves  from  fin  ; 

Thy  life  was  pure,  without  afpot. 
And  all  thy  nature  clean, 

[3  Frefh  blood,  as  conftant  as  the  day. 

Was  on  their  altar  fpilt  ; 
But  thy  one' offering  takes  away 

For  ever,  all  our  guilt. ~\ 
[4  Their  priefthood  ran  thro*  fev*ral  hands* 


98  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

For  mortal  was  their  race  ; 
Thy  never  changing  office  Jiands 

Eternal  as  thy  days.~\ 
[5  Once,  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

With  blood  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  vail  appeared, 

Before  the  golden  throne. 

6  But  Chriji,  by  his  own  powerful  blood, 
Afcends  above  the  skies  ; 

Andy  in  the  prefence  of  our  GoD, 
Shows  his  own  Jacrifice.'\ 

7  Jefus,  the  King  of  glory,  reigns 
On  Sion's  heav'nly  hill  ; 

Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  flain. 
And  wears  his  priefthood  ftill. 

8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 
Before  his  Father's  face  : 

Give  him,  my  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead. 
Nor  doubt  my  Father's  grace. 

CXLVI. Charaaers  ^/Chrift. 

I   f~^  O,  worfhip  at  Immanuel's  feet, 

VJT  See,  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet  ? 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 
[2  The  whole  creation  can  afford 
But  fome  faint  fliadows  of  my  Lord  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Muft  mingle  colours,  not  her  own.] 

[3   Is  he  compard  to  Wine  or  Bread  ? 
Dear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed: 
That  flefh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine 
Is  bread  of  life — is  heav'nly  wine.] 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    99 

[4  Is  He  a  Tree  F  The  world  receives 

Salvation,  from  his  healing  leaves  : 

That  right 'oils  branch,  that  fruitful  bough 

Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too.] 

[5  Is  he  a  rofe  P  Not  Sharon  yields 

Such-  fragancy  in  all  her  fields  : 

Or  if  the  Lilly  he  affume, 

The  vallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume.] 

[6  Is  he  a  Fine  P  His  heav'niy  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  v^^ith  life  and  fruit : 
O,  let  a  lafting  union  join 
My  foul  to  Chriil,  the  living  Vine  !] 
[7   Is  He  the  Head  ?  Each  member  lives. 
And  ow^ns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives  ; 
The  faints  belovi^,  and  faints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 

[8  Is  He  a  Fountain  P  There  I'll  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  fm  and  death  : 
Thefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew, 
And  cleanfe  myfpotted  garments  too.] 

[9  Is  He  a  Fire  P  He'll  purge  my  drofs  : 
But  the  true  gold  fuftains  no  lols  : 
Like  a  refiner,  fhall  he  fit — 
And  tread  the  refufe  with  his  feet.] 

[10  Is  He  a  Rock  P  How  firm  he  proves  ! 

The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves  ; 

Yet  the  fweet  flreams  which  from  Yiiva  flow. 

Attend  us  all  the  defart  thro'.] 

[11    Is  He  a  Way  P  He  leads  to  God — ■ 

The  path  is  drawn  in  ]ines  of  blood  ; 

There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zeal, 

'Till  I  arrive  at  Sion's  hill.] 

[12  Is  He  a  Door  P  111  enter  in  \ 


loo         HYMNS    AND  B.  U 

Behold  the  paftures  large  and  green  ! 

A  paradife — divinely  fair  ; 

None  but  the  iheep  have  freedom  there.  J 

[13  Is  He  dejignd  a  Corner  Stone, 
For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too  ; 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.  J 

[14  h  He  a  Tetnplef  I  adore 
Th'  indwelling  majefty  and  pow'r  ; 
And  ftill  to  his  moft  holy  place, 
Whene'er  Ipray,  I'll  turn  my  face."] 

[15  Is  He  a  StarP  He  breaks  the  night ; 
Piercing  the  fhades  with  dawning  light : 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 
I  know  the  bright  the  morning  Star.] 

[16  Is  he  a  Sun  f  His  beams  are  grace— 
His  courfe  is  joy  and  right'oufnefs  : 
Nations  rejoice,  v/hen  he  appears 
To  chafe  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears.] 

17  O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  fkies. 
Where  ftorms  and  darknefs  never  rife  ! 
There  he  difplays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
And  fhines,  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  Goj>. 

18  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  not  fun,  nor  ftars. 
Nor  heav'n  his  full  refemblance  bears  \ 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

'Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

CXLVIL Thenames  and  titles  of  (Z\in^, 

[i   ^npIS  from  the  treafures  of  his  word* 
X    I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord. jv.^. 
Nor  art,  nor  nature  can  fupply 
SufScient  forms  of  majefty. 


B.  L     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     loi 

2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face. 
Shining  with  undiminifh'd  rays  ; 
Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son — 
The  heir,  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 

3  The  King  of  kings — The  Lord  moft  high 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh  : 

He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  in  blood, 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 

4  Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  move. 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injur 'd  love  ; 
Awakes  his  wrath,  without  delay,. 

And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  But  w^hen  for  works  of  peace,  he  comes* 
What  winning  titles  he  aflumes  ! 

Light  of  the  world,  and  life  of  men  ; 
Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain, 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart 
He  a<?t:s  the  Mediator's  part : 

A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfills  the  name  he  wears. 

7  At  length,  the  Judge  his  throne  afcendSj 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friends  j 

And  faints,  in  full  fruition,  prove 
His  rich  variety  of  love. 

-CXLVIII.      The  fame. 

[i    T"JC  TITH  chearful  voice  I  fmg 
V  V       The  titles  of  my  Lord  j 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honor  from  his  word  j 
Nature  and  art 
Can  ne'er  fupply 
Sufficient  forms 
Of  Majefty. 

La. 


102  HYMNS    Ai^D  h. 

2  In  Jefus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glor'ous  face. 
Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  r^s  r 

Th'  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne.] 

3  The  fov'reign  King  of  Kings, 
The  Lord  of  Lords  moft  high^ 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment,  and  his  thigh  : — » 

His  name  is  call'd 
The  word  of  God  ; 
He  rules  the  earth 
With  iron  rod. 

4  Where  promifes  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move. 
The  angry  Lamb  refents 
The  inj'ries  of  his  love  ; 

Awakes  his  wrath 
Without  delay, 
As  lions  roar 
And  tear  the  prey; 

5-  But  when  for  w^orks  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comeS;, 
What  gentle  chara^ers, 
What  titles  he  afuimes ! 

Light  of  the  world y 

And  life  of  men  ; 

Nor  will  he  bear 

Thofe  names  in  vain^ 

j6  Immenfe  compaflipn  reigns- 
in  our  Immanuei's  heart, 


J 


B.I.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     103 

When  he  defcends  to  aft 
A  Mediator's  part. 

He  is  a  friend 

And  brother  too  ; 

Divinely  kind. 

Divinely  true. 

^  At  length  the  Lord,  the  Judge^ 
His  awful  throne  afcends  ; 
And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favorites  and  friends. 
Then  fhall  the  faints 
Compleatly  prove 
The  heights  and  depths 
Of  all  his  love. 
CXLIX.  Offices  ofQ\s.{\^yfrom  thefcripturet*- 

1  TO  IN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r, 
J    Which  ever  men  or  angels  bore  ; 

All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth,  , 
Or  fet  Immanuel's  glory  forth. 

2  But  O,  what  condefcending  ways 
He  takes,  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace! 
My  eyes,  with  joy  and  wonder,  fee 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me, 

3  The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  ftands 
With  his  commiilion  in  his  hands ; 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne 
To  make  the  great  falvation  known. 

4  Great  Prophet,  let  me  blefs  thy  name  h 
By  thee,  the  joyful  tidings  came. 

Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  fm  forgiv'n,  - 
Of  hell  fubdii'd,  and  peace  with  heav'n. 

5  My  bright  example,  and  my  guide, 
i.  would  be  walking   near  thy  fide  ;. 


IG4  HYMNS    AND  B.  If 

0  let  me  never  run  aflray. 

Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  !     ' 

6  I  love  my  fhepherd — he  ftiall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among  his  fheep  ; 
He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names. 
And,  in  his  bofom,  bears  the  lambs. 

7  My  furety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws  ; 
Behold,  my  foul,  at  freedom  fet ! 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 

8  Jefus,  my  great  High-Prieft,  has  dy'd — 

1  feek  no  facrifice  befide  ; 

His  blood  did  orice  for  ail  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

9  My  Advocate  appears  on  high — 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by  ; 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay 
Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away. 

10  My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  andmy  King,^ 
Thy  fccptre,  and  thy  fword  I  fmg ; 
Thine  is  the  vi6l'ry,  and  I  fit 

A  joyful  fubje61:  at  thy  feet. 

1 1  Afpiie,  my  foul,  to  glor'ous  deeds — 
The  Captain  of  falvation  leads  ; 
March  on — nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Tho'  death  and  hell  obllru(5l  the  way. 

1 2  Should  death  and  hell , and  pow'rs  unknown- 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on  ; 

I  fliall  be  fafe — for  Chrift  difplays 
Salvation  in  more  fov'reign  ways. 

CL. — The  fame. 

I     TOIN  all  the  glor'ous  names 
J   Of  wifdom,  iove,  and  pew  r 


B.  I.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS,    105 

Which  ever  mortals  knew. 
Which  angels  ever  bore  ; 

AH  are  too  niean 

To  fpeak  his  worth. 

Too  mean  to  fet 

^y  Saviour  forth. 

2  But,  O,  what  gentle  terms. 
What  condefcending  ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe. 
To  teach  his  heav'niy  grace  i 

Mine  eyes,  with  joy 
And  wonder,  fee 
What  forms  of  love 
.  He  bears  for  me. 

3  Array 'd  in  mortal  flefh, 
He  like  an  angel  ftands. 
And  holds  the  promifes 
And  pardons,  in  his  hands. 

Commiflion'd  from 
His  Father's  throne, 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known. 

4  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

,      My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  name  ; 
-By  Thee  the  joyful  nev/s 
Of  our  falvation  came  \ 
The  joyful  news 
Of  fins  forgiv'n ! 
Ofhellfubdu'd, 
And  peace  with  heav'n  ! 

5  Be  thou  my  Counfellor, 
My  pattern,  and  my  guide. 
And  thro'  this  defart  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 


io6  HYMNS    AND  B.L 

O  let  my  feet 
Ne'er  run  aftray, 
Nor  rove,  nor  feek 
The  crooked  way ! 

6  I  love  my  fhepherd's  voice  ; 
His  watchful  eye  ihall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among 
The  thoufands  of  his  fheep  : 

He  feeds  his  flock, 
N      He  calls  their  names. 
His  bofom  bears 
The  tender  lambs. 

7  To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  caufe  ; 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 
His  Father's  broken  laws. 

Behold  my  foul 
At  freedom  fet 
My  Surety  paid 
The  dreadful  dtht. 

8  Jefns,  my  great  High-Pricfl:, 
Offer'd  his  blood,  and  dy'd — 
My  guilty  confcience  feeks 
No  facrifice  befide. 

His  pow'rful  blood 
Did  once  atone  ; 
And  now  it  pleads 
Before  the  throne. 

9  My  advocate  appears 

For  my  defence,  on  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  kis  ears. 
And  lays  hi?  thunder  by. 

Not  all  vvhich  hell 

Or  fm  can  fay, 


I  I.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    107 

Shall  turn  his  heart. 

His  love  away. 
i«  My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  fmg. 

Thine  is  the  pow'r — 
Behold  I  fit 
In  willing  bonds. 
Beneath  thy  feet. 

s  I  Now  let  my  foul  arife. 

And  tread  the  tempter  down  ^ 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqueft  and  a  crown. 

A  feeble  faint 

Shall  win  the  day, 

Tho'  death  and  hell 

Obftru6l  the  way. 

s  2  Should  all  the  hofts  of  death, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  moil  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on  ; 

I  {hall  be  fafe— 

For  Chrift  difplays 

Superior  pow'r, 

And  guard 'an-grace. 


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BOOK        II. 

COMPOSED    ON 

DIVINE    SUBJECTS. 

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I.  A  Jong  of  Praijeto  Go'D  from  America. 

1  I^TAture,  with  all  her  pow'rs  ft  all  fmg 
XNI    God  the  Creator,  and  the  King  : 

Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  fkies,  nor  feas. 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praife. 

2  Begin  to  make  his  glories  known. 
Ye  Seraphs,  who  fit  near  his  throne  ; 
Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found 
To  the  creation's  utmoft  bound. 

3  All  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame. 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  nam.e  ; 
Whilft,  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  \oiCQj, 
We  fmg  his  honors,  and  our  joys, 

4.  To  Him-,  be  facred  all  we  have, 
From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave  % 
Our  lips  fhall  his  loud  wonders  tellj 
And  ev'ry  word-r-^  miracle. 

5  This  w^ftern  world,  our  native  land. 
Lies  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  : 
Our  foes  of  vift'ry  dream  in  vain. 
And  (hake  the  captivating  chain. 

6  He  builds  for  Liberty  a  throne. 
And  makes  it  gracious,  like  his  own  j, 

K 


no         HYMNS    AND  B.IL 

Makes  our  fucceflive  rulers  kind, 
And  gives  our  dangers  to  the  wind. 

7  Raife  monumental  praifes  high 
To  him  who  thunders  thro'  the  fky. 
And,  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 

8  Pillars  of  lafting  brafs  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  name  ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honors  of  the  God  of  war. 

9  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 
Our  loftieft  thoughts  and  loudeft  fongs  \ 
Zion  pronounce,  with  warmeft  joy, 
Hofannas  from  ten  thdufand  tongues. 

10  Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  ; 
The  ftrongeil  notes  which  angels  raife, 
J'aint  in  the  worihip  and  the  praife. 

II. The  Death  of  a  Sinner, — ■ — 

1  A /TY  thoughts  on  av/ful  fubje6ls  roll, 
JLVx     Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 

What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 
Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 

2  Ling'ring  about  thefe  mortal  fhores, 
She  makes  a  long  delay  ; 

'Till,  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force. 
Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away  ! 

3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  (he  defcends 
Down  to  the  fiery  coafl  ; 

Among  abominable  fiends, 
H^xidi  a  frightful  ghcji. 

4  There  endiefs  crouds  of  fmners  lie, 


B.  II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS,     iii 

And  darknefs  makes  their  chains  ; 
Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair  they  cry-— 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguifh,  and  their  blood. 
For  their  old  guilt  atones  ; 

Nor  the  tompaflion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  which  kept  my  breath. 
Nor  bid  my  foul  remove, 

'Till  I  had  learn 'd  my  Saviour's  death. 
And  well  infur'd  his  love  ! 

III.  The  death  and  burial  of  a  Saint. 

iT  X  THY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends? 

W     Or  fhake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  which  Jefus  fends 

To  call  them  to  his  arm.s. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 
As  fafl  as  time  can  move  ? 

Nor  would  we  wifh  the  hours  more  flow- 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  fhould  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 

There  the  dear  flefh  of  Jefus  lay. 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  blefs'd, 
And  foft'ned  ev*ry  bed  : 

Where  fhould  the  dying  members  reft, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arofe,  afcending  high. 
And  fhew'd  our  feet  the  way  : 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  fouls  ihall  By, 
At  the  great  riling  day. 


112  HYMNS    AND         B.  II. 

6  Then  let  the  lafl  loud  trumpet  found. 

And  bid  our  kindred  rife  ; 
Awake  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Ye  faints  afcend  the  fkies. 

IV.   Salvation  in  the  Ci'ofs, 

I   T  TERE,  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God, 

JLJL   I  lay  my  foul  beneath  thy  love  ; 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jefus,  nor  fhall  it  e*er  remove. 

1  Not  all  which  tyrants  think  or  fay. 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes — 
Nor  hell,  fliould  fright  my  foul  away. 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

3  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  hence, 
Movelefs  and  firm,  this  heart  fhould  lie  ; 
Refolv'd  (for  that's  my  lail  defence) 

If  1  muft  perifh — here  to  die. 

4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm   my  fear. 
Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  (hade  ? 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  Itrike  me  here. 
Nor  fatan  care  my  foul  invade. 

5  Yes — I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood. 
And  all  my  foes  fhall  loofe  their  aim  : 
Hofanna  to  rny  dying  God  ! 

And  my  bell  honors  to  his  name. 

V.   L edging  to  praije  Chrift  better. 

1  T    ORD,  when  my  tho'ts  with  wonder  roll 

I  J  Oer  the  fharp  forrows  of  thy  foul. 
And  read  my.  Maker's  broken  laws. 
Repaired  and  honor'd  by  the  crofs  : 

2  When  I  behold  d?ath,  hc.'l,  and  fin, 
VanquJih'd  by  that  dear  blood  uf  thine. 


B.  11.    SPIRITUAL  [SONGS.    113 

And  fee  the  man,  who  groan*d  and  dy'd. 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father*s  fide — 

3  My  paflions  rife,  and  foar  above — = 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love  ; 
Fain  would  I  reach  eternal  things. 
And  learn  the  notes  which  Gabriel  lings. 

4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains? 
For  want  of  their  immortal  ftrains  ; 

And,  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe. 
Falls  far  below  my  victories « 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  muft  appear, 
When  we  fhall  leave  thefe  bodies  here  ; 
Thefe  clogs  of  day — and  mount  on  high. 
To  join  the  fongs  above  the  iky. 

Vr.     A  Morning  Song. 

1  /^NCE  more,  my  foul,  the  rifmg  day 
V_^      Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 

Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rolls  the  fkies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
The  day  renews  the  found, 

Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  fits 
To  turn  the  feafons  round. 

3  *Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal  frame. 

My  tongue  ihall  fpeak  his  praife  ; 
My  fins  would  rouze  his  v/rath  to  llame-— 
And  yet  bis  vjrath  delays  ! 

[4  On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow^r  might  tread. 

And  1  could  ne*er  withftand  ;^ 
Thy  juftice  might  have  crufh*d  me  deadj. 

But  mercy  held  thine  hand . 
5-  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 


114  HYMN  S    AMi>  B.  11. 

Since  the  lad  fetting  fun, 
And  yet  thou  length'nell  out  my  thread. 
And  yet  my  moments  run.] 

6,  Dear  God,  let  all  m.y  hours  be  thine 

While  1  enjoy  the  light  ; 
Then  fhall  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline. 

And  bring  a  pleafmg  night. 

VII.     An,  Evening  Song . 

1  THREAD  Sovereign,  let  my  ev'nipg  foog 
JL-J     Like  holy  incenfe  rife  ; 

Ailiit  the  off'rings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  fkies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  ^xy 
Thy  hand  v/as  ftill  my  guard  ; 

And  ftill,  to  drive  my  wants  away. 
Thy  mercy  flood  prepar'd. 

3  Perpet'al  bleflings  from  above 
Incompafs    me  around. 

But  O,  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hi^th  my  Creator  found  ? 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  dy'd 

To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiply 'd, 
Faur  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine. 
To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee, 

And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  Thee. 

6  Sprir.kled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood, 
Yd  lay  me  down  to  rclt  ; 

As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  'ar.  mv  Saviour'?  breail.. 


B.  11.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS,     115 

VIII.  A  Hymn  for  Morning  or  Evening, 

1  TTOSANNA,  with  a  chearfui  founds 
XJL     To  God's  upholding  hand  ^ 

Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  round. 
And  yet  fecure  v/e  ftand  ! 

2  That  was  a  mofc  amazing  paw'r. 
Which  rais'd  us  with  a  word  ; 

And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour. 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  ev'ning  refts  our  weary  head, 
And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 

We  wake — and  we  admire  the  bed 
Which  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  rifmg  morning  can't  alTure 
That'  we  fhall  end- the  day  1 

For  death  ftands  ready  at  the  door 
To  fnatch  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 
To  God's  revenging  laws  ; 

We  own  thy  grace.  Immortal  King^ 
In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 

6  God  is  cur  fun,  whofe  daily  light 
Oar  joy  and  fafety  brings  ; 

Our  feeble  fiefh  lies  fafe  at  night 
Beneath  his  fhady  wings. 

IX.  Godly   Jorroiv    arjjlng  from  vChrifl's 

fufferings. 
s,      A   LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 

Jr\.     And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 

For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

[_2  Thy  body  fiain,  fvvect  Jefas,  thine— 
And  bat'  "    "     " 


fi6         HYMNS    AND         B.  IK 

While,  all  expos 'd  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glor'ous  iufF'rer  flood  !] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  v/hich  I  had  done 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love,  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide. 
And  lliut  his  glories  in, 

When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  dy'd 
For  man,  the  creature's  fm. 

5  Thus,  might  I  hide  my  blulhing  face 
While  this  dear  crofs  appears, 

DilTolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs. 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  1  owe  ; 

Here  Lord,  I  Igive  myfelf  away 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

X.     Parting  with  Carnal  J^oySi 

1  "\  /fY  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight, 
iVX     And  bids  the  world  farewell^ 

Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  thy  feet, 
And  mifchievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  v/ill  I  aik  your  love, 
Nor  feek  your  friendfhip  more  ; 

The  happinefs,  which  I  approve, 
Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  fpacious  earth 
Which  fuits  my  large  defire  ; 

To  boundlefs  joy,  and  folid  mirth, 
Pv^y  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 

[  4Where  pler.fure  rolls  its  li-ving  flood. 


B.II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    117 

From  fin  and  drofs  refin'd. 
Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  chear  the  mind. 

5  Th'  almighty  ruler  of  the  fphere. 
The  glor'ous  and  the  great. 

Brings  his  own  all  fufficience  there. 
To  make  our  blifs  complete.] 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  climb  the  hsay'nly  road  : 

There  fits  my  fav'our  drefs'd  in  lofe^rt^ 
And  there — my  fmiling  God. 

XI. The  fame. 

I    T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away — 

A  Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  ; 
Falfe  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  fea 

And  empty  as  the  whift'iing  wind. 
1  Your  ftreams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  defpair  ; 
And,  while  I  liften'd  to  your  fong, 
Your  dreams  had  e'en  convey 'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace, 
Which  warn'd  m.e  of  that  dark  abyfs  ; 
Which  drew  me  from  thofe  treach'rous  feas. 
And  bid  me  feek  SUPERIOR   bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  ihining  realms  above 

1  -ftretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes  : 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  tile  upper  ikies  ! 

5  There,  from  the  bofom  of  my  GoD, 
Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafures  roll  ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  lail  abode, 
A.nd  dio vvn  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 


n8         HYMNS    AND         B.  II. 

XII.    Chrift  is  the  Suhftance  of  the  Levitical 

Prtejlhood. 

1  nPHE  true  Mefiiah  now  appears  ; 

X      The  types  are  all  withdrawn  : 
So  fly  the  (hadows  and  the  ftars 
Before  the  rifing  dawn. 

2  No  fmoaking  fweets,  no  bleeding  lambs. 
No  kid  nor  bullock  ilain  : 

Incenfe  and  fpice  of  coftly  names. 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  muft  lay  his  robes  away, 
His  mitre  and  his  veft. 

When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  ofF'ring  and  the  prieft. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flefh,  to  (how 
The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 

For  us  he  paid  his  life  below. 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  Father^  he  cn&Sy  forgive  their ftns. 
For  I  myf elf  have  dy'd  ; 

And  then  he  ihows  his  open  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 

XIII.     The  Cj-eation,  Preferuation^  Diffolu- 

tiojjf  and  Rejioration  of  this  IVorld. 
I  QING  to  the  Lord,  who  built  the  Ikies, 

O  The  Lord ,who  rear 'd  this  ftately  frame ; 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

*i  He  form'd  the  feas,  and  fram'd  the  hills. 
Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft — 
Nature  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  pulli'd  them  into  motion  firft. 

3  Now,  from  his  high  imper'al  throne, 


B.II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS,    t*^ 

He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres  ; 
He  bids  the  fhining  orbs  roll  on. 
And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  years. 

4  Thus  fhall  this  -moving  engine  lafl 
^Till  all  his  faints  are  gathered  in  ; 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft 
To-  fhake  it  all  to  duft  again  ! 

5  Yet,  when  the  found  fhall  tear  the  fkies^j^ 
And  lightnings  burn  the  globe  below — 
Saifits,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes^ 
There's  a  new  heav*n  and  earth  for  you. 

XIV.  Lord's  Day;  or,  BeUght  in  Ordinances^ 

1  T  X  7ELC0ME,  fweet  day  of  reft, 

V  V       Which  faw  the  Lord  arifc  | 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  bread. 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himfeif  comes  near. 
And  feafts  his  faints  to-day  ; 

Here  we  may  fit  and  fee  him  here. 
And  love,  and  praife  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidft  the  place 
Where  my  dear  God  has  been. 

Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleafurable  fin. 

4  My  v/illing  foul  would  ftay 
In  fuch  a  frame  as  this  \ 

And  fit,  and  fmg  herfelf  away 
To  everlafling  blifs. 

< XV.       The  Enjoyment  of  Chrift.— 

iT?ARfrom  mytho'ts,  vain  world  be  gone  ; 

JL    Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 
Fain  vrould  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee— 


120         HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

1  wait  a  vifit.  Lord,  from  thee  t 

2  My  lieart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  intenfe  defire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jefus,  Irom  above. 
And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 
[3  The  trees  of  life,  immortal  ftand 
In  blooming  rows  at  thy  right  hand  ;  • 
And,  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide. 
Rivers  of  blifs  perpet'al  glide. 

4  Hafte  then — but  with  a  fmiling  face— 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring  dov/n  a  tafte  of  truth  divine. 

And  chear  my  heart  with  facred  wine,] 

5  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafte  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  1 
In  thee,  thy  Father's  glories  (hine  ; 
Thou  brighteft,  fweeteft,  faireft  One, 
Whom  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known ! 

XVI.     Part  the  fecond. 

I  T    ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace 
JLj  Shines  thro'  the  beauties  of  thy  facet 
And  lights  our  palTions  to  a  flame  ' 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name. 
1  When  I  can  fay — My  God  is  mine. 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  fliine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  the  earth  calls  good  or  great, 

3  W^hilc  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs, 


B.ll.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     12.1 

Here  we  could  fit  and  gaze  away, 

A  long,  an  everlafting  day. 

4  Well — we  fhall  quickly  pafs  the  night 

To  the  fair  coaft  of  perfe<Sl  light  ; 

Then  (hall  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 

O'er  the  dear  Object  of  our  love. 

[5  There  fhall  we  drink  full  drafts  of  blifs. 
And  pli^ck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  1 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  beftow 
A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worlds  below. 

6  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand 
While  we  pafs  through  this  barreniand  ; 
And,  in  thy  temple,  let  us  fee 
A  glympfe  of  love,  a  glympfe  of  Thee.] 

XVIL— God's  Eternity 

I TJ  IS E,  rife,  my  foul,and  leave  the  ground, 

JX-     Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad  ; 
And  roufe  up  ev'ry    tuneful  found 
To  praife  th'  eternal  God. 

2  Long  e'er  the  lofty  fkies  were  fpread, 
Jehovah  fiU'd  his  throne  ; 

E'er  Adam  form'd  dr  angels  made. 
The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 

3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe, 
But  ftill  maintain  their  prime  ^ 

Eternity's  his  dwelling  place — 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow. 
The  prefent  and  the  pad  ; 

He  fills  his  own  immortal  NOW, 
And  fees  our  ages  wafte. 

5  The  fea  and  jlky  mud  perifh  tod, 

-    L 


122  HYMNS     AND  B.   11. 

And  vaft  deftru6lIon  come  ; 
The  creatures,  look,  how  old  they  grow. 
And  wait  their  fiery  dbona  ! 

6  Well — let  the  fea  fhrink  all  away, 
And  flame  melt  down  the  fkies. 

My  God  fhall  live  an  endlefs  day. 
When  th'  old  creation  dies. 

XVIII.      The  Minijiry  of  AngeJs, 

1  TTIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzl'ing  light 
JL  JL  The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feat, 

And  troops  of  angels,  flretch  d  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  at  his  awful  feet. 

2  *'  Go,  faith  the  Lord,  my  Gabriel  go-r- 
**  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb  ; 

**  Make  hade,  ye  cherubs,  down  belov/, 
**  Sing  and  proclaim — the  Saviour  ccme,'* 

3  Here  a  bright  fquadron  leaves  the  fkies. 
And  thick  around  Eiifha  ftands  ;  ' 

Anon  a  heav'nly  foldier  flies, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands. 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hofts. 
Wait  on  thy  wand  ring  church  below  ; 
Here,  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafts. 

Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

5  Ars-they  not  all  thy  fervants,  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  ; 
With  chearful  hafte  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  thy  home. 

XIX.  Our  frail  Bodies  ^andGoA  our  Preferver- 
I    T    ET  others  boafl:  how  ftrong  they  be, 

J.-^     Nor  death,  nor  danger  fear  ; 
But  we'll  confcfs,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 


B.II.  SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     123 

What  feebie  things  we  are. 
a  Freih  as  the  grafs,  our  bodies  Hand— < 

And  flouriih  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blading  wind  fpeeps  o*er  the  land. 

And  fades  the  grafs  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings, 
,     And  dies,  if  one  be  gone  : 

'Strange  !  that  a  harp,  of  thoufand  ftrings, 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame — ■ 
The  God  who  built  us  firft  ; 

Salvatidn  to  th*  Almighty  name 
That  reared  us  from  the  duft. 

5  He  fpake — and  ftrait  our  hearts  and  brains, 
In  all  their  motions  rofe  ; 

**  Let  blood f  faid  he,JIotu  round  the  veins, ^* 
And  round  the  veins  it  Hows. 

6  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  our  tongues. 
Our  Maker  well  adoae  ; 

His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs. 
Or  they  wou^ld  breathe  no  more. 

X X .    Bacljlidings  and  Returns. 

I   T  X  THY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee 

V  V       My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

[2  Why  fhould  my  foolifh  pallions  rove  ? 

Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be. 
As  I  have  tafted  in  thy  love, 

As  I  have  found  in  thee  r  J 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 
The  favor  of  thy  grace. 


124         HYMNS    AND  B.  11. 

My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  loofe 
The  relifh  all  my  days. 

4  But  e'er  one  fleeting  hour  is  paft. 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  fenfual  bait  to  feize  my  tafte, 

And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

[5  Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art. 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  heart. 

And  thruft  thee  from  my  arms. 

6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  foul 
That  I  (hould  lofe  thee  fo  ;  * 

Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll 
Which  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

[7  Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  turn'd  to  pains 

And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again. 

He  flies  to  my  relief  ! 

8  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  furprife, 

He  draws  with  loving  bands  ; 
Divine  compalTion's  in  his  eyes. 

And  pardons  in  his  hand.] 

[9  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wonder  thus  ! 

In  chafe  of  falfe  delight ! 
Let  me  be  fafl:en'd  to  thy  crofs. 

Rather  than  lofe  thy  light.] 
fio  Make  hafte,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  reft 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  foul. 

My  God,  my  Saviour's  breafl! 
XXI.  A  Jong  ofpraije  /^  God  the  Redeemer, 
I    T    ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong 
1-^  Of  great  Diana,  and  of  Jove  : 


B.II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    125 

But  the  fweet  theme  which  moves  mytsongue^ 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 

2  Behold,  a  God  defcends  and  dies. 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell ! 
How  the  black  gulph,  where  fatan  lies, 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell ! 

3  How  juftice  frown'd,  and  vengeance  flood 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 

But  the  great  fon  propos'd  his  blood. 
And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 

4.  Infinite  Lover,  gracious  Lord  I 

To  thee  be  endlefs  honors  giv'n  : 
Thy  v/ond 'reus  name  (hall  be  ador'd, 
Round  the  wide  earth  and  wider  heav'n. 

XXII.  PFith  God  is  terrible  Majejiy. 

1  ^T^ErribleGod,  whoreign'ftonhigh, 

A.     How  awful  is  thy  thund'ring  hand! 
Thy  fiery  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly  I 
Nor  can  all  earth,  or  hell  withftand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel-angels  knew, 
And  fatan  fell  beneath  thy  frov/n  : 
Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  traitor  through. 
And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  dovv^n„ 

3  This  Sodom  felt- — and  feels  it  ijili — 
And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load  : 
With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell. 
Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  ? 

4.  Tremble,  ye  fmners,-and  fubmit  ; 
Throw  down  your  arms  upon  his  throne  :: 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 
Or  his  ftrong  hand  ihall  crufh  you  down. 

5   And  ye,  bkfs'd  faints,  who  love himtoo^. 


i2S  HYMNS    AND         B.  II. 

With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  j 
Thus  all  his  heav'nly  fervants  do  : 
God  is  a  bright  ^nd  burning  flame. 

XXllLTheftght  ofGonandChriJi  inHeaven, 
I  T^Es c E N D  from  heav*n,  immortal  Dove, 
JL/  Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings ; 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above, 
The  reach  of  thefe  infer'or  things  :         * 
C.  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  fky. 
Up,  where  eternal  ages  roll  ; 
Where  folid  pleafures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul. 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  pleafing  fight, 
Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 

There  fits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light, 
Cloath'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  faints  around  him  (land. 
And  thrones  and  pow*rs  before  him  fall  ; 
The  God  fhines  gracious  through  the  man. 
And  fheds  fweet  glories  on  them  all  ! 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps,  they  fing  ; 
And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill. 

And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  ! 

6  When  fhall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear — ■ 
That  I  ih?X[  mount,  lo  dwell  above  ; 

And  ftand,  and  bow  before  rhem  there. 
And  view  thy  face,  and  fing,  and  love  ? 

XXIV.     The  Evil  of  Sin  vifibk  in  the  fall  of 

Angels  and  Men. 
3 ,T  "%  J  Hen  the  greatBuilder  arch'd  the  fkies  ^ 
VV     Andform*dall-tiaki#e^thaword> 
The  joyful  cherubs  tuii'd  his  praife. 


B.II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    127 

And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador*d, 

2  High,  in  the  mid(l  of  all  the  throng, 

Satan,  a  tall  arch-angel  fat  ; 

^Among  the  morning  ilars  he  fung, 

*Till  fm  deftroy'd  his  heav'nly  date.  ^ 

[3  *Twasfmthat  hurlM  him  from  his  throne, 

Grov*ling  in  fire,  the  rebel  lies  ; 

i  How  art  thou  funk  in  darknejs  down. 

Son  of  the  morning,  from  the  skies. 

4  And  thus  our  two  firfl  parents  ftood, 
*Till  fm  defil'd  the  happy  place  ; 
They  loft  their  garden,  and  their  God, 
And  ruined  all  their  unborn  race. 

5  So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam*s  bow^r. 
And  fpread  deftruftion  all  abroad  ; 

Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  which  in  one  hour. 
Spoiled  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief. 
That  fuch  a  foe  fhould  feize  thy  breall:  ; 
Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief; 

Oh  I  may  he  flay  this  treach'rous  gueft. 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  vidor'ous  King, 
Then  to  thy  throne  our  fliouts  Ihall  rife  5 
Thine  everlafting  arm  we'll  fmg, 

For  fin,  the  monfter,  bleeds  and  dies. 

XXV.   CompJaiiiing  of  Spiritual  Sloth. 

I  /\  yTY  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo? 

XVX     Awake,  my  fluggifii  foul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do  i 

Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

*  j^r?^  xxxviii.   7.  \  Ifai,  xiv«  11, 


128  HYMNS    AND  E.  11. 

2  The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain, 
Labour,  and  tug,  and  ftrive  ; 

Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  to  obtain. 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  (lands,, 
An#ftars  their  courfes  move  ; 

We,  for  whofe  guard,  the  angel-bands 
Come  flying  from  above  : 

4.  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  caftie  down, 

And  labour'd  f(")r  our  good ; 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 

He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord  in  alt  we  live  fo  fluggifh  (lill. 
And  never  a6l  our  parts  ? 

Come,  holy  dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill. 
And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts  ! 

6  Then  fliall  cur  a(flive  fpirits  move. 
Upward  our  fouls  fhall  rife  : 

With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize. 

— XXVL    Gojy  invifthle. 


iT    ORD,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals  bllnd^ 

i^  We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  ; 
O  !   'tis  beyond  a  creature-mind 
To  glance  a  thought  halt  way  to  God. 

2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  fky, 
T\}.t  great  Eternal  reigns  alone  ; 
Where  neither  wings,  nor  fouls  can  fly. 
Nor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne, 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  infufferably  bright  ; 
And; lays  beneath  his  facred  feet: 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     129 

Subftantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

4  Yet,  glor'ous  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through,  and  chear  us  from  above  ; 
Beyond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 

XXVII.     Praife  ye  hiniy  all  his  Angels.- 

Pfalm  cxlviii.  2. 

1  f^  OD  I  the  eternal  awful  name, 
\y  That  the  whole  heav'niy  army  fears, 

Which  ihakes  the  wide  creation's  frame. 
And  fatan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames-ef=&re,his  fervants  are, 
And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling-place  ; 
But,  O  ye  fiery  flames,  declare 

The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

3  *Tis  not  for  fuch  poor  worms  as  we. 
To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  thing  ; 

But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  King. 

4  Tell  how  he  fhev^^s  his  fmiling  face. 
And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array  ; 
Triumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place. 
And  fongs  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak' — (for  you  feel  his  burning  love) 
What  zeal  it  fpreads  thro'  all  your  frame  ; 
That  facred  fire  dwells  all  above, 

For  v/e  on  earth  have  loft  the  name. 

[6  Sing  of  his  pow'r  and  juftice  too. 
That  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 
Which  vanquiih'd  fatan  and  his  crew. 
When  thunder  drove  them  down  from  blifs.] 

7  What  mighty  ftorms  of  poifon'd  darts 


1^0         HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 
What  deadly  jav'lins  nail'd  their  hearts 
Faft  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair  ! 

[8   Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  hoft  ; 
You  who  beheld  the  finking  foe  ; 
Firmly  ye  fiood  when  they  were  loft  ; 
Praife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  ye  fo. 

9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  fkies. 
Let  ev'ry  diftant  nation  hear  ; 
And,  while  you  found  his  lofty  praife. 
Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear. 

XXVIII.      Death  and  Eternity, 

1  QToop down, my  tho'ts, which ufetorife, 
O     Converfe  awhile  with  death  : 

Think  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies. 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feeble  down, 
His  pulfes  fainJ:  and  few  ; 

Then,  fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleful  groan. 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But  Oh,  the  foul,  which  never  dies  ! 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 

Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way  ! 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 
It  mounts  triumphing  there  ; 

Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell. 
In  infinite  defpair  ! 

5  And  muft  my  body  faint  and  die  I 
And  muft  this  foul  remove  ? 

Oh,  for  fome  guardan  angel  nigh. 
To  bear  it  hfo,  above  ! 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     13, 

6  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand. 

My  naked  foul  I  truft  ; 
And  my  flefh  waits  for  thy  command. 

To  drop  into  the  duft. 

XXIX. — Redempion  by  Price  and  Power* 

1  TESUS,  with  all  thy  faints  above, 

I      My  tongue  would  bear  her  part  ; 
"Would  found  aloud  thy  faving  love, 
And-fing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Blefs'd  be  the  lamb,  my  deareft  Lord, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 

And  quench 'd  his  father's  flaming  fword 
In  his  own  vital  blood, 

3  The  lamb  that  freed  my  captive  foul 
From  fatan's  heavy  chains. 

And  fent  the  lion  down  to  hovv'I 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never  ceafmg  praife, 

While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  faints  to  feel  his  grace. 

XXX.      Heavenly  Joy  en  Earth. 
[i   /^OME,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 
V-^     And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord. 
And  thus  furround  the  throne. 

2  Let  forrow^  of  the  mind 

Be  bani Ih'd  from  the  place  ; 
Religion  never  v/as  defign'd 

To  make  our  pleafiires  lefs.] 

3  Letthofe  refufe  to  fms: 
Who  never  knew  our  Gqd  ; 


i>32  HYMNS    AND  Bi  II. 

But  fav'rites  of  th'  heav'nly  King 
Should  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 
[4  The  God  who  rules  on  high, 
And  thunders  when  he  pleafe. 

Who  rides  upon  the  ftormy  fky. 
And  manages  the  feas.] 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours. 
Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 

He  friall  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  we  fhall  fee  his  face. 
And  never,  never  fin  ; 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 
To  that  immortal  ftate, 

The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
Should  conftant  joys  create. 

[8  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below, 
Ca^leftial  fruits  on  earthly  ground. 

From  faith  and  hope,  may  grow. 

9  The  hill  of  Zicn  yields  ° 
A  thoufand  facred  fweets, 

Before  we  reach  the  heav^'nly  fields. 
Or  walk  the  golden  ftreets. 

10  Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 

We're  marching  thro'  Imman'el's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 


B.II.  SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     133 

XXXI. — ^Chrift's  Prejence  males  Death  eafy. 

1  T  X  THY  ibould  we  ftart,  and  fear  to  die  ? 

V  V     What  tim'rous  worms  wx  mortals 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy,  [are  ? 

And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  ftrife. 
Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  j 
.Still  we  fhrink  back  again  to  life, 

Fond  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet. 
My  foul  fhould  ftretch  her  wings  inhafte. 
Fly,  fearlefs,  through  death's  iron  gate. 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  fhe  pafs'd. 

4  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  fott  as  downy  pillows  are. 
While  on  his  breafi  I  lean  my  head. 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there, 

XXXII.      Frailty  and  Folly, 

1  T  TOW  fhqrt  and  hafty  is  our  life  ! 
XjL     How  vaft  our  fouls'  affairs  \ 

Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  (trive 
To  lavifh  out  their  years. 

2  Ot:r  days  run  thoughtlefsiy  along. 
Without  a  moments  ftay  i 

Juft  like  a  ftory  or  a  fong, 
We  pafs  our  lives  away, 

3  God,  from  on  high,  invites  us  home^ 
But  we  m.arch  heediefs  on  ; 

And,  ever  haft'ning  to  the  tomb. 
Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  v/e  deferve  the  deepeft  hell. 
Who  flight  the  joys  above  ! 

M 


134  HYMNS    AND  B..ah 

What  chains  of  vengeance  Ihould  we  feel, 
Who  break  fuch  cords  of  love.] 

5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace, 
And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 

That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  fee  falvation  nigh. 

XX-XIII.     The  hJeJfed  Society  in  Heaven. 

I    TJ  AISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run, 
Xv     Thro'  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet, 

And  fay — there's  nought  below  the  fun. 
That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

[2  Thus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings, 

And  tread  the  courts  above  : 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  might'eft  things. 
Shall  tempt  our  meaneil  love.] 

3  There,  on  a  high,  majeftic  throne, 
Th'  almighty  Father  reigns, 

And  iheds  his  glorious  goodnefs  down 
On  all  the  blifsful  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  a  fun,  the  Saviour  fits, 
And  fpreads  eternal  noon  ; 

No  ev'nings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights,  ~ 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidlt  thofe  ever-fhining  fkies 
Behold  the  facred  Dove  ! 

While  banifli'd  fin,  and  forrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

6  The  glor'ous  tenants  of  the  place 
Stand  bending  round  the  throne  ; 
And  faints,  and  feraphs,  fmg  and  praife 

The  infinite  Three-One. 
[7  But,  O,  what  beams  of  heav'nly  grace, 


B.  II.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS,     i 


35 


Tranfpbrt  them  all  the  while  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fmiles  from  Jefus'  face^ 
And  love  in  ev'ry  fmile  ! 

8  Jeius,  and  when  fhall  that  dsar  day, 

That  joyful  hour  appear. 
When  I  fhall  leave  this  houfe  cf  clay. 

To  dwell  among  them  there  r 

XXXIV. — Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  r^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
\^     With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs. 

Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 
In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below. 
Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys  ! 

Our  fouls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs,    ' 
In  vain  we  drive  to  rife  ; 

Hcfanna's  languifli  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  lliali  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 

Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  r 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'Vily  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 

Come,  fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  that  ihali  kindle  ours. 

XXXV.     Praife   to  GoD  for  creation  and 
redemption. 

I    T    ET  them  negledl  thy  glory.  Lord, 
■11,^.,    Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ;. 


136         HYMNS    AND  B.  11 

But  our  loud  fong  fliaU  ftill  record  . 
The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

2  We  raife  oar  {houts,  O  God,  to  thee. 
And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  ; 

All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  *Twas  He,  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 
Who  form'd  us  by  a  word  ; 

'Twas  He  reftor'd  our  ruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hofanna  !  let  the  ^arth  and  fkies 
Repeat  the  joyful  found  ^ 

Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  refle<El  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

XXXVI.     Chrift's  Intercejfton. 

1  T  II  TELL,  the  Redeemer's  ffone 

V  V        T'  appear  before  a  GoD, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  naming  throne 
With  his. atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  r.ov/. 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  : 
If  juftice  calls  for  finners'  blood. 
The  Saviour  ihews  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 
Our  humble  fuit  he  moves  ; 

The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 

And  looks,  and  fmiles,  and  loves. 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 
Our  Maker's  honor  fjng  : 

Jefus,  the  Prieft,  receives  our  fongs. 
And  bears  them  to  the  King, 

£5  We  bow  before  his  face. 


Bli.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    137 

And  found  his  glories  high  ; 
**  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace 

**  Who  lays  his  thunder  by.] 
6  **  On  Earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

**  And  triumphs  all  above  ; 
**  But,  Lord,  how  weak  our  mortal  flrains 

**  To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 

[7  *•  How  jarring,  and  how  low 
**  Are  all  the  notes  we  fmg  ! 
**  Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  fongs  anew, 
'*  And  they  fhall  pleafe  the  King.  "] 

XXXYll.—The  fame. 

1  T    I  FT  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feats, 
i^     Where  your  Redeemer  (lays  : 

Kind  InterceiTor,  there  he  fits, 
And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  'Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee. 
And  fhed  his  vital  blood  ; 

Appeas'd  ftern  juftice  on  the  tree. 
And  then  arofe  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praife  may  rife. 
And  faints  their  ofF'rings  brirg^, , 

The  Prieit,  with  his  own  facriiice, 

Prefents  them  to  the  King. 
[4  Let  others  truft  what  names  they  pleafe, 

Their  faints  and  angels  boail  ; 
We've  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe, 

Nor  pray  to  th'  heav'nly  hoft.  J 

5  Jefus  alone,  fhall  bear  my  cries 

Up, to  his  Father's  throne  \ 
He  (dearefl  Lord)  perfumes  my  fighsj, 

And  fvveeten-s  evVy  groan,. 
M  % 


138  HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

6  Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 

Hofanna,  in  the  high 'ft  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring 

To  God,  and  to  his  Chrift.] 

XXXVIII.     Love  to  God. 

1  T  TAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
XjL     Where  love  infpires  the  breaft  j 

Love  is  the  brighteft  of  the  train, 
And  ftrengthens  all  the  reft. 

2  Know^ledge,  alas  !   'tis  all  in  vain. 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 

Our  ftubborn  fms  w^ill  fight  and  reign, 
'  If  love  be  abfent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  which  makes  our  chearful  feet 
In  fwift  obed'ence  move  ; 

The  devils  know — and  tremble  too  ; 
But  fatan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  which  lives  and  fings> 
When  faith  and  hope  fhail  ceafe  ; 

'Tis  this  fhall  ftrike  our  joyful  ftrings 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 

5  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clay. 
Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 

Let  wungs  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  fee  our  fmiling  God. 

XXXIX.    rhe  Shortnejs  and  Mifery  of  Life^ 

1  /^^UR  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  days, 
\J     Are  fhort  and  wretched  too  ! 

Evil  and  tew,  the  Patr'arch  fays. 
And  well  the  Patr'arch  knew. 

2  'Tis  but,  at  beft,  a  narrow  boundj, 
Which  heav'n  allows  to  men  ;  ^ 


^Ah    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    15^ 

And  pains,  and  fins  run  through  the  round 
Of  threefcore  years  and  ten. 

3  Well — if  ye  ijiuft  be  fad  and  few, 
.Run  on,  my  days,  in  hafte  ; 

Monients  of  fin,  and  months  of  woe. 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  fail. 

4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul. 
And  call  her  to  the  fkies, 

Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll. 
And  glory  never  dies. 

XL.     Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  made  with 
Chrili. 

1  jf^UR  God  ,  how  ftrm  his  promife  (lands, 
\^     Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 

He  trufls  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
His  glory,  and  his  grace. 

2  Then,  why,  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints^ 
Since  Chrift  and  w^e  are  one  ? 

Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints. 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  fmiles  my  heart  has  liv'd. 
And  part  of  heav'n  poi^fs'd  ; 

1  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd, 

And  trufl  him  for  the  reft. 

XLI.  Ajight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  thezuorJdo 
[i   T  TP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 

kJ    And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
Fain  would  m.y  thoughts  leap  out,  and  fly. 
But  fin  hangs  heavy  on  my  foul. 

2  Thy  wond'rous  blood,  dear  dying  Chrift^^. 
Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Aiid  thou  caxi'il  bear  ms  where  thoii  %'fL 


14-0  HYMNS    AND  B.  11, 

On  thy  kind  wings,  cseleftial  Dove  I 

3  O  might  I  once  mount  up,  and  fee 

The  glories  of  th*  eternal  ikies  ; 

What  little  things  thefe  worlds  would  be  ? 

How  defpicable  to  my  eyes  ?] 

4  Had  I  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanifli  foon  ; 
Vanifh,  as  tho'  1  faw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave» 
I  fhould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  the  fhaking  leaf 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roaf. 

6  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King, 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face  ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  Ihall  bow,  and  fmg 
Thine  endlefs  grandeur^  and  thy  grace. 

XLII.     Delight  hi  God. 

1  \yf  Y  God,  what  endlefs pleafures  dweH 
XyJL  Above,  at  thy  right  hand  \ 

Thy  courts  belov/,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  ftand  ! 

2  The  fwallovv  near  thy  temple  lies. 
And  chirps  a  chearful  note  ; 

The  lark  mounts  up  toward  thy  Ikies, 
•And  tunes  her  warbling  throat: 

3  And  we,  when  in  thy  prefence.  Lord, 
Do  ihout  with  joyful  tongues  ; 

Or,  fitting  round  oyr  Father's  beard. 
We  crown  the  feaft  with  fongs, 

4  While  Jefus  fhines  with  quick'ning  grace 
We  fiug;  and  mouat  on  high  ^ 


B,.IL-;  SPIB,I,TUAL  SONGS.    141 

But,  if  31  frAwn  becloud  hisvface. 

We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 
5  Juil  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bej^dpan  her  widow'd  ftate, 
Wand'ring,  fhe  flies  thro'  all  the  grove. 

And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 
6.  Jufl  i^o,  our  thoughts,  from  thing  to  thing 

In  reillefs  circles  rove  ^ 
Jufl  fo,  we  droop,  and  hang  the  wing, 

When  Jefus  hides  his  love. 

XLI I L      Chriil's  Sufferings  and  Glory, 

1  IVT^^  ^*^^  ^  *"^^  ^^  ^°%  praife 
Jl^   To  great  Jehovah's  equal  San  ! 

Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays, 
Tell  loud  the  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light. 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  ; 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight 
On  wings  of  everlafting  love  ! 

3  Down  to  this  bafe,  this  fmful  earth. 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  ; 
He  came  t'  atone  Almighty  wrath — 
Jefus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die. 

[4  Hell,  and  its  lions,  roar'd  around  ; 
His  precious  blood  the  monilers  fpilt  ; 
While  weighty  forrows  prefs'd  him  dowfli* 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 

5  Deep  in  the  fhades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  Almighty  captive  Pris'ner  lay  ; 
Th'  almighty  Captive  left  the  earth. 
And  rofe  to  everlafting  day. ' 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  (q©^{j|  ^.V  .  vV 


U2  HYMNS    AND         B.   II? 

Up  to  his  throne  of  fliining  grace  ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  fit 
Round  the,(  fweet  beauties  of  his  face  1 
7  Among  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs, 
Jefu§,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 
His  facred  name  nils  all  their  tongues. 
And  echoes  thro'  the  heav'nly  plains  ! 

XLIV.       Hell ;  or,  the  Vengeance  of  Gon, 

1  TTT  7ITH  holy  fear,  and  humble  fong, 

V  V  The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore  ; 
Rev'rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
Which  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 

2  Far,  in  the  deep,  where  darknefs  dwells. 
The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 

Juftice  has  built  a  difmal  hell, 

And  laid  her  ftores  of  vengeance  there. 

[3  Eternal  plagues  and  heavy  chains, 
Tormenting  racks  and  fiery  coals. 
And  darts  t'  inflivft  immortal  pains, 
Dy'd.in  the  blood  of  damned  fouls. 

4  There  fatan,  the  firft  finner,  lies. 
And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands  ; 
In  vain  the  rebel  ftrives  to  rife, 

Crufh'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.] 

5  There  guilty  ghofts,  of  Adam's  race. 
Shriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod  ; 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
And  fo  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son — 
Sinner,'  obey  thy  Saviour's  call  ; 

Elfe  your  damnation  haftens  on, 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 


1^1.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     143 

XLV.-^ — God's  Condejcenfion  to  our  Worfmp, 

1  ^T^HY  favors,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  ; 

X  Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
What  canft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles. 
To  tempt  thy  char'ot  downward  thus  ? 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  f^arry  throne. 
And  pleafe  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  fongs  ; 
But  th'  heav'nly  Majefty  comes  down. 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues ' 

3  Great  God  !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  io  infinite  as  thine  ! 

Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay. 
But  thy  compafTion's  all  divine. 

XL  VI .  God  's  Condefcenjlon  to  human  Affairs, 

I   T  TP  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 

KJ  And  views  the  nations  from  afar. 
Let  everlafting  praifes  fly,. 
And  tell  ho\y^  large  his  bounties  are. 

[2  He  w^ho  can  fhake  the  worlds  he  made. 
Or  with  his  word  or  with  his  rod  ; 
His  goodnefs,  how  amazing;;  great ! 
And  what  a  condefcending  God  1 

[3  God,  who  muft  ftoop  to  view  the  Ikies* 
And  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  our  earth  he  calls  his  eyes. 
And  bends  his  footfteps  downward  too,j| 

4  He  over-rules  all.  mortal  things. 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs  ;    . 
On  humble  fouls  the  King  of  Kings 
Beftows  his  councils,  and  his  cares. 

5  Our  forrows,  and  our  tears  we  paur 


M4  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

Into  the  bofom  of  our  God  ! 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 

And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 
Such  condefcenfion  to  perform  ; 
For  worms  were  never  rais'd  fo  high 
Above  their  meaneft  fellow- worm. 

y  Oh  !  could  our  thankful  heart  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 
To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  ihould  rife, 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 

XL  VII.  Glory  l^ grace  in  theperfon  (j/'Chrift^ 

1  XTO  W  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  ! 
JL\  Awake,  my  foul  ^  awake,  my  tongue ; 

Hofanna  to  th'  eternal  name  ! 

And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim. 

2  See,  where  it  fhines  in  Jefus'  face. 
The  brighteft  image  of  his  grace ; 
God,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  might'eft  works  out-done. 

3  The  fpacious  earth,  and  fpreading  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wife  and  pow'rful  God  j 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 

Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  ftar. 

4  But,  in  his  looks,  a  glory  flands. 
The  nobleft  labor  of  thine  hands  ; 
The  pleafmg  luftre  ot  his  eyes 
Out-lhines  the  wonders  of  the  (kies. 

5  Grace!  'tis  a  fvveet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jefus'  name  ; 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  lieav  as,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 


B.IL    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    145 

6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face — ■ 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  fing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold ! — 

XLVl  1 1 .  Love  to  the  Creatures  is  dangerous, 

I   T  T  O W  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 

XjL     How  falfe  and  yet  how  fair ! 
Each  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  too. 

And  ev'ry  fweet — ^a  fnare. 

Q,  The  brighteft  things  below  the  Iky 

Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light  ; 
We  fhould  fupe<Sl  fome  danger  nigh. 

Where  we  poflefs  delight. 

3  Our  deareft  joys,  and  neareft  friends. 
The  partners  of  our  blood. 

How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds. 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love. 
How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe  ! 

Thither  the  warm  affections  move. 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour  let  thy  beauties  be 
My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 

And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

XLIX.  Mofes  dying  in  the  Embraces  ofGoD. 

1  T^EATH  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraidj 
-L/     If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 

We  may  walk  through  the  darkeft  ftiade. 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  All  below. 
If  my  Creator  bid  ; 

N 


146         HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
And  die,  as  Mofes  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgah's  top. 
And  view  the  promised  land, 

My  tlefh  itfelf  fnculd  long  to  drop. 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clafp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 
I  would  forget  my  breath  ; 

And  lofe  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  fo  divine  a  death. 

L.      Comforts,  under  Sorrows,  and  Pains. 

I  ]\T^^^  ^^^  ^^^  Lord,  my  Saviour,  fmile, 
xN   And  fhew  my  name  upon  his  heart ; 
I  would  forget  rny  pains  awhile. 
And  in  the  pleafure,  loofe  the  fmart. 

1  But  Oh  !  it  fwells  my  forrows  high. 
To  fee  my  bleiTed  Jefus  frown  ; 
My  fpirtts  fmk,  my  comforts  die. 
And  all  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 

3  Yet,  why  r  m;y  foul,  why  thefe  complaints  ? 
Still,  while  he  frowns  his  bowels  move  ; 
Still,  on  his  h'eart,  he  bears  his  faints. 
And  feels  his  forrows,  and  his  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his-breaifl  ; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name  ; 
I'd  rather  havcxit  there  imprefs'd,. 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

5  When  the  la.{l  f.re  burns  all  things  here, 
Thofe  "letters  fhall  fecurely  ftand  ; 

And,  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand. 

6  Now  let  my  minute's  fmoothly  run. 


B  II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    147 

Whilft  here  I  wait  my.  Father's  v/iil  ; 
My  rifing  and  my  fetting  fun 
Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

■ — LI. — God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father.--^ 
I  "O  Right  King  of  Glory,  dreadful  GodJ 

J3  Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat : 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought. 
And  worfhip  at  thine  awful  feet. 
f  2  Thy pow'r  hath form'd, thy wifdom fways 
All  nature,  with  a  fov'reign  word  ; 
And  the  bright  world  of  ftars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  fuper'or  Lord.] 

[3  Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one. 

And,  fmiling,  fit  at  thy  right  hand  :  . 

Eternal  juftice  guards  thy  throne, 

And  venglance  waits  thy  dread  ccmmand.J 

4.  A  thoufand  feraphs,  ftrong  and  bright. 
Stand  round  the  glor'ous  Deity  ; 
But,  who,  among  the  fons  of  light. 
Pretends  comparifon  with  thee  ? 

5  Yet  there  is  one,  of  human  frame, 
Jefus,  array 'd,  in  flefh  and  blood. 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  with  God. 

6  Their  glory  fhines  with  equal  beams  ; 
Their  effence  is  forever  one  ; 

Though  they  are  known  by  diiF'rent  names. 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chrift,  our  King, 
With  equal  honors  be  ador'd  ; 

His  praife,  let  ev'ry  angel  fmg — 
And  all  the  nations  own  their  Loido 


148  HYMNS    AND        B.  II^ 

•= LI  I.  Death  dreadful,  or  delightfuL^-—^ 

1  Tr\EATH  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
XJ     To  thofe  who  have  no  God, 

When  the  poor  foul  is  forc'd  away 
To  feek  her  laft  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  fhe  lifts  her  eyes  ; 
For  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 

Stiil  drags  her  downward  from  the  lkieS|' 
To  darknefs,  fire  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell- 
Let  ftubborn  fmners  fear  ; 

You  mufl  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  FOR  EVER  there  ! 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you. 
And  flaihes  in  your  face  ; 

And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downwards  too. 

And  fmg  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  fov 'reign  love. 
Who  promis'd  heav'n  to  me. 

And  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above,        ^ 
Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me.  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 
Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 

Come  death,  and  feme  cseleitial  band. 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 

Lil I . Saints' Pilgrwiage;  or, Earthi^ Heaven. 

1  T    ORD  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 

i  J     Which  yields  us  no  fupply  ; 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  trees, 
No  ftreams  or  living  joy  ! 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground. 
And  mortal  poifons  grow  ; 


B.ir.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     149 

And,  all  the  rivers  which  are  found. 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 
Lies  through  this  horrid  land  : 

Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heav  nly  road. 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Our  fouls  {hall  tread  the  defart  through 
With  undiverted  feet  ; 

And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  fubdue 

The  terrors  which  we  meet. 
[5  A  thoufand  favage  beafts  of  prey 

Around  the  foreft  roam  ; 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way. 

And  guides  the  ilrangers  home.] 
[6  Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below 

With  fcarce  a  tv/inkling  ray  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  they  go. 

Is  everlafling  day.] 

7  By  glimm'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears. 
We  trace  the  facred  road  ; 

Through  difmal  deeps,  and  dang'rous  fnares, 
We  make  our  way  to  God. 

8  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
But  we  march  upward  ftill  ; 

Forget  thefe  troubles  oi  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hiiL 

[9  See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates. 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jefus,  the  forerunner  waits 

To  welcome  travelers  home  !  ] 

10  There,  on  a  green  and  fiowVy  mount. 
Our  weary  fouls  fnall  lit, 
N  z 


ijo  HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

And,  with  tranfporting  joys,  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 

^  I  No  vain  difcourfe  (hall  fill  our  tongues,. 

Nor  trifles  vex  our  ears  ; 
Infinite  grace  {hall  fill  our  fong, 

And  God  delight  to  hear. 

12  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 
Who  brought  us  fafely  through  ; 

Our  tongues  fhall  never  ceafe  to  fing. 
And  endlefs  praife  renew. 

LIV. — God's  Prefence  is  Light  in  Darknefs* 

I   TV /fY  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys, 

-LYJ.     The  life  of  my  delights. 
The  glory  of  my  brighteft  days. 

And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 
1  In  darkeft  fhades,  if  he  appear. 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  foul's  fweet  Morning  Star, 

And  he — my  rifing  Sun. 
i  The  opening  heav'ns  around  me  fhine 

With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
"VVhile  Jefus  (hews  his  heart  is  mine. 

And  whifpers — /  am  his, 

4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  tranfporting  word  ; 

Run  up  with  joy  the  fhining  way 
T'  embrace  my  deareft  Lord. 

5  Fearlefs  of  hell,  and  ghaflly  death, 
I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe  ; 

The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
-Should  be;ir  me  con^u'ror  through. 


B.  11.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    15-1 

LV.     Frail  LifCf  andfucceeding  Eternity, 
I   T^PIEE,  we  adore,  eternal  name— 

X       And  humbly  own  to  Thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  dying  worms  are  we ! 

[2  Our  wafting  lives  grow  fliorter  flill. 
As  months  and  days  increafe ; 

And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  w^e  tell. 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  roils  round,  and  fteals  away 
The  breath  which  firll  it  gave  \ 

Whate'er  we  do,  whate'er  we  be, 
We'er  travling  to  the  grave.] 

4  Dangers  ftand  thick  thro'  all  the  ground. 
To  puih  us  to  the  tomb  ; 

And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around. 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Good  God  !  on  what  a  {lender  thread 
Hang  everlafting  things ! 

Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  ftrings. 

6  Infinite  joy,  or  endlefs  woe. 
Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 

And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe 
To  run  this  dang'rous  road  ; 

Arid,  if  our  fouls  are  hurry 'd  hence. 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 

L V I . P'^ain   Profperity . 


N 


O  !  I  fhall  envy  them  no  more 
Who  grow  profanely  greats 


15^2  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

Tho'  they  increafe  their  golden  (lore. 
And  rife  to  wond'rous  height. 

1  They  tafle  of  all  the  joys  which  grow 

Upon  this  earthly  clod  ! 
Well — they  may  fearch  the  creature  thro'. 

For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 

3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too. 
And  think  your  life  your  own  ; 

But  death  comes  haft'ning  on  to  you. 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes — you  muft  bow  your  (lately  head  ; 
Away  your  fpirit  flies  ; 

Arid  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed. 
To  bear  it  to  the  ikies. 

5  Go  now,  and  boaft  of  all  your  ftores — 
,  And  tell  how  bright  they  {hine  ; 

Your  heaps  of  glitt'ring  duft  are  your's. 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine ! 

LVII.      The  P  leaf  lire  of  a  good  Confcience* 

1  T    ORD,  hovv'  fecure  and  bleft  are  they 
1  J  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  fm. 

Should  ftorms  of  wrath  ihake  earth  and  fea. 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  fweetly  e'er  their  heads. 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 

And,  foft  and  filent  as  the  fhades, 
'^'heir  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

I" 3  QiHck  a?  their  tho'ts  their  joys  come  on^ 
But  fiy  not  half  fo  fad  away  ; 
Their  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon. 
And  calm  as  fummer-ev'nings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heav'nly  hills. 


Bill.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     153 

Where  groves  of  living  pleafure  grow ! 
And  longing  hopes,  and  chearfui  fmiles 
Sit  undifturb'd  upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  toys  : 
But  fpend  the  day,  and  fhare  the  night 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 
Which  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  naoles. 
Lie  grov'ling  in  the  duft  below  ; 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  fouls, 

And  we'll  afpire  to  glory  too. 

L  V II I .  Shortnejs  ofLifejandgoodneJs  of  Go  D , 

I  T^IME!  What  an  empty  vapour 'tk  f 

A       And  days  how  fwift  they  are  } 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies. 
Or  like  a  {hooting  ftar. 

£2  The  prefent  moments  juil  appear. 

Then  Aide  away  in  hafte  ; 
That  we  can  never  fay — iheyre  hire: 

But  only  fay^ — theyrepaft — 

[3  Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing,  ? 

And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begia. 

We  all  begin  to  die.  J 

4  Yet,  mighty  Gop  !  our  fleeting  days 
Thy  lafting  favors  fhare  ; 

Yet,  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace. 
Thou  load'ft  the  rolling  year. 

5  'Tis  fov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 
And  we  are  cloath'd  with  love  : 

While  grace  (lands  pointing  out  the  road, 
Which  leads  our  fouls  above. 


254-         HYMNS     AN&         B.  11*. 

6  His  goodnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round- 
All  glory  to  the  Lord  : 

His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound— 
And  be  his  name  ador'd. 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lafting   fong ; 
And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes. 

Let  ages  down  thy  praife  prolong, 
'Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

— —  L I X . Paradije  on  Earth . 

I ,  f^  LORY  to  God,  who  walks  the  {ky» 

VJT     And  fends  his  bleffings  through— 
Who  tells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high — 

And  gives  a  tafte  below. 

\^  Glory  to  God,  who  (loops  his  throne. 
That  duft  and  worms  may  fee*t. 

And  bring  a  glympfe  of  glory  down 
Around  his  facred  feet. 

3  When  Chrift,  with  all  his  graces crown*d# 
Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 

*Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground. 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooming  paradife  of  joy 
In  this  wild  defart  fprings  : 

And  ev'ry  fenfe,  I  ftrait  employ 
Oil  fweet  cseleftial  things. 

5  White  lilies  all  around  appear, 
And  each  his  glory  fhows  ! 

The  Rofe  of  Sharon  bloflbms  here. 
The  faired  Sow'r  which  blows. 

6  Chearful  1  feaft  on  hcav'nly  fruit. 
And  drink  the  pkalures  down  ; 

Pleafures  which  flow  hard  by  the  foot 
Of  the  eternal  throne  !  j 


B.  H.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     155 

7  Euf,  ah  !  how  foon  my  joys  decay-— 
How  foon  my  fms  arife — 

And  fnatch  th*  heav'nly  fcene  away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes  ! 

8  When  fhall  the  time,  dear  Jefus,  when 
The  fhining  day  appear. 

That  I  fhall  leave  thofe  clouds  of  fin, 
And  guilt  and  darknefs  here  ? 

c  Up  to  the  fields,  above  the  fliies. 

My  hafty  feet  would  go — 
There  everlafting  flow'rs  arife. 

And  joys  wnwith'ring  grow. 

LX.     The  Truth  of  God  the  Promifer, 

1  T)RA1SE,  everlafting  praife  be  paid 
JT    To  Him  who  earth's  foundation  laid: 

Praife  to  the  God  whofe  ftrong  decrees. 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 

2  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word  ; 
And  there,  as  ftrong  as  his  decrees. 
He  fets  his  kindeft  promifes. 

|"3  Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give- 
Sweet  words,  on  Vv'hich  his  children  live  ; 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpake,  and  fpread  the  fkies  abroad. 

4.  Each  of  them  powerful  as  that  found 
Which  bid  the  new-made  heavens  go  round; 
And  ftronger  than  the  folid  poles 
On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  fhor.ld  doubts  and  fears  arife. 
Why  trickling  forrov/s  down  our  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas  !  our  mind  receives 
The  comforts  which  our  Maker  gives. 


156         HYMNS    ANi>  B.  IL 

6  O,  for  a  ftrong,  a  lafting  faith, 
To  credit  what  th*  Almighty  faith  ! 
T*  embrace  the  meflage  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own, 

7  Then,  fhould  the  earth's  old  pillars  fliake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  ; 

Our  fteady  fouls  fhould  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks  when  billows  roar, 

8  Our  everlafting  hopes  arife 
Above  the  ruinable  Ikies  ; 
Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns. 
And  his  own  courts  his  pow'r/uftains. 

LXI.  vf  Thought  of  Death  and  Glory. 
I  Ti  yfY  foul,  come,  meditate  the  day, 

IVJL  And  think  how  near  it  ftands. 
When  thou  muft  <juit  this  houfe  of  clay. 

And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

[2  And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 

The  hollow,  gaping  tomb  ^ 
This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  you, 

When'er  the  fummons  come. 

3  Oh !  could  we  die  with  thofe  who  die, 
^nd  place  us  in  their  ftead  ; 

Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly. 
And  converfe  with  the  dead. 

4  Then  fhould  we  fee  tke  faints  above 
In  their  own  glor'ous  forms, 

And  wonder  why  our  fouls  fhould  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  wonns. 

5  How  we  fhould  fcciD  thefe  cloaths  of  flefh> 
Thefe  fetters  and  this  load  ^ 

And  long  for  ev'ning  to  undrefs. 


B.  II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     157 

That  we  may  reft  with  God. 
6  We  fliould  almoft  forfake  our  clay 

Before  the  fummons  come  ; 
And  pray,  and  widi  our  fouls  away 

To  their  eternal  home. 

LXII.     God  the  Thunderer ;    OxyThehfi 

Judgment  and  HelL* 
2    QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofts, 

k3     And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 
Let  death  and  hell,  thro'  all  their  coafts. 

Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 

2  His  founding  char'ot  fhakes  the  fky. 
He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne  ^ 

There  all  his  ftores  of  light'ning  lie, 
'Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  noftrils  breathe  out  fiery  ftreams-*' 
And  from  his  av/ful  tongue 

A  fov'reign  voice  divides  the  fiames. 
And  thunder  roars  along ! 

4  Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day 
When  this  ihcenfed  God 

Shall  rend  the  fl:y,  and  burn  the  fea. 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad  ! 

5  What  fhall  the  wretch,  the  fmner  do  i 
He  once  defy'd  the  Lord  : 

But  he  fhall  dread  the  Thund'rer  now. 
And  fink  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  fhall  roll 
To  blaft  the  rebel  worm  ; 

And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
In  one  eternal  ftorm. 

*  Made  in  agreatjudden  Storm  of  Thunder 
Auguji  20th J  loqj, 

o 


f58         HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

LXII I .     J  Funeral  Thought. 

1  T  Tark  !  from  the  tombs,a doleful  found, 
XJL     My  ears  attend  the  cry — 

"  Ye  living  men  come  view  the  ground 
**  Where  you  muft  fhortly  lie. 

2  Princes,  this  clay  mufk  be  your  bed. 
In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 

"The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head 
,**  Mull  lie  as  ^ow  as  our's. 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
And  are  we  ftill  fecure  { 

Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb. 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quick'ning  grace. 
To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly ; 

Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flefh. 
We'll  rife  above  the  fky. 

LXIV.   QoYi  the  Glory  and  Jbefence  of  TAovi, 

1  TTAPPY  the  church,  thou  facred  place, 
XTL  The  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  \ 

Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode  ; 
Tliou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits  ; 
Nor  (hall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counfels,  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage  ; 
Againfl  his  thone  in  vain  they  rage  \ 
Like  rifing  waves  with  angry  roar, 
Which  daili  and  die  upon  the  fhore. 

4  Th'^n  let  our  fouls  in  Zion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  or  hell ; 


B.II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     159 

His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground. 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  {hie)d,  and  God  our  fun  ; 

Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  fheds  new  beams  of  grace. 
And  we  reflefl  his  brighteft  praife. 

LXV.  The  Hope  of  Heaven y  our  Jupp or t  un- 
der Trials  on  Earth. 

I  \K7^^^^  ^  c^^  read  my  title  clear 

V  V       To  manfions  in  the  fkies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  tear. 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
?>  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage. 

And  hellifh  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  1  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come. 
And  ilorms  of  forrow  fall ; 

May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home, 
'My  God,  my  heav*n,  my  ail. 

4  There  fhall  I  bathe  my  w^eary  foul 
In  feas  of  heavenly  red  ; 

And  not  a  %yave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  bread. 

LX  VI .  Aprofpe£f  of  Heaven  makes  death  eafy, 

1  T^HEJIE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

X       Where  faints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night. 
And  pleafures  banifh  pain. 

2  There  everlafting  fm  abides. 
And  never  withering  fiowrs- ; 


i6o         HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

Death,  like  a  narrow  fea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

[3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  fwelling  flood, 

Stand  dreft  in  living  green  ; 
So,  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  ftood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4.  But  timorous  mortals  ftart  and  fhrink, 

To  crofs  this  narrow  fea, 
And  linger,  fliiv'ring  on  the  brink. 

Thro*  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
Thefe  gloomy  doubts  that  rift — 

And  fee'-lhe  Canaan  which  we  love. 
With  unbeclouded  eyes. 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  ftood. 
And  view  the  landfkip  o'er  ; 

Not  Jordan's  ftreain?,  nordcath*s  cold  flood. 
Should  fright  us  from'the  (hore. 

LXVII.     Qo'D^s  Eternal  Dominion. 
1    f^  RE  AT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

Vjr     What  worthlefs  worms  are  wel 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow. 

And  pay  their  praife  to  Thee. 
1  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  ftood. 

E'er  feas  or  ftars  were  made  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 
To  thine  immenfe  furvey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  fky, 
To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity  with  all  its  years. 


B;II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     i6i 
Stands  prefent  in  thy  vie- 


To  Thee  ther»-'s  nothing  old  appears— 
,  Great  God  ;  there* s  nothing  new. 

5  Gur  lives  thro'  var'ous  fcenes  are  drawn^ 
And  vex'd  w^ith  trifling  cares  ; 

While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undifturb'd  affairs. 

6  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  Thou  ! 
What  v^orthlefs  worms  are  v/e  ! 

Let  the  y/hole  race  of  creatures  bow. 
And  pay  their  .praife  to  Thee. 

LXVIIL— TZ;^  humhle  ^or/hip  of  Heaven, 

I   Tj^ATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
JL       The  place  of  thine  abode  ! 

I*d  leave  thy  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God  ! 

■2  Here  I  behold  thy  didant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleafing  fight  ; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace. 

Is  Infinite  dejight  ! 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe. 

To  gaze  upcn  thy  throne  ^ 
Pieafure  fprings  freih  for  ever  thence, 

Unfpeakable,  unknown. 
[4  There  ail  the  heav'nly  hcRs  are  feen. 

In  fhining  ranks  they  move  ; 
And  driiik  immortal  vigor  in 

With  wonder,  and  with  love. 
5  Then,  at  thy  feet,  v/ith  awful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall  ! 
With  joy  they  ihrink  to  NOTHING  tliere^ 

Before  th'  eternal  ALL. 


t62         HYMNS    AND  B.IL 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hoft 
In  duty,  and  in  blifs  ; 

While  lefs  than  nothing  1  could  boaft, 

*  And  i;^«//)' confefs.  *  IJa,y\.  17. 

7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes. 
The  humbler  I  fhall  lie  ; 

Thus,  while  I  fink,  my  joys  fhall  rife 
Unmeafurably  high. 

LXI X .  The  Fatthfulnefs  ofGodi  In  thePromifes. 
1  "O  Eg  IN,  my  tongue,  fome  heav*nly  theme, 

JL3     And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing  ; 
The  mighty  works,  or  might'er  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

a  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulnefs. 

And  found  his  pow'r  abroad  ; 
Sing  the  fweet  promife  of  his  grace. 

And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  falvation,  from  the  Lord, 
For  wretched  dying  men  ; 

His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd,  as  in  eternal  brafs. 
The  mighty  promife'fhines  ; 

Nor  can  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  raife 

Thofe  everlafting  lines. 
[5  He,  who  can  dafh  whole  worlds  to  death. 

And  make  them  when  he  pleafe  ; 
But  fpeaks — and  that  almighty  breath 

Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 
6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  ftrong 

.  As  that  which  built  the  fkies  ; 
if  he  voice,  which  rolls  the  ftars  along, 

Speaks  all  the  promifes. 


B.II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     163 

.  7  He  faid — Let  the  wide  heav'n  he  fpread  ^ 
And  heav  n  was  ftretch*d  abroad  ; 
Abra'm — IHl  be  thy  GoD—he  faid-^ 
And  he  was  Abra^m-sGoD. 

8  Oh,  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 
But  whifper— thou  art  mine  ! 

Thofe  genile  words  fhould  raife  my  fong 
To  notes  almpft  divine. 

9  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice. 
And  think  my  heav'n  fecure  ( 

I'd  truft  the  all-creating  voice. 
And  faith  delires  no  more.] 

LXX.  God's  Dominion  over  the  Sea,  Pf.  cvii. 

1  f^  OD  of  the  feas,  thy  thundering  voice 
Vj  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice  I 

And  one  foft  w^ord  of  thy  command. 
Can  link  them,  filent,  in  the  fand. 

2  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod, 
The  fea  divides,  and  owns  its  God  ; 
The  flormy  floods  their  Maker  knew^ 
And  led  his  chofen  armies  through. 

3  The  fcaly  flocks,  amidft  the  fea, 
To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay  ; 
The  meaneft  fifh,  which  fwims  the  flood. 
Leaps  up,  and  means  a  praife  to  God. 

[4  The  larger  monflers  of  the  deep. 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep  ; 
By  thy  permiiiion,  fport  and  play, 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way, 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  temped  rears. 
Leviathan  lies  ftiil,  and  fears  ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noftrils  high, 
And  fpouts  the  ocean  to  the  ^-^.l 


164.         HYMNS    AND  B.  11. 

6  H*ow  Is  thy  glorious  pow*r  adorn'd 
Amidft  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord  ! 
Yet  the  bold  men  who  trace  the  feas, 
Bold  men  refufe  their  Maker's  praife. 

[7   What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee  ! 
While  on  the  flood  they  fafely  ride, 
They  curfe  the  hand  which  fmooths  the  tide. 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  watry  graves, 
And  fome  drink  death  among  the  v/aves  : 
Yet  the  furviving  crew  biafpheme, 

Nor  own  the  God  who  refcu'd  them. 3 

9  Oh  !  for  fome  fignal  of  thy  hand  ! 
Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord,  fliake  the  land  ; 
Great  Judge  dcfcend  !  left  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  who  rules  the  (ky. 

LXXL  Praife  to  God  from  all  Creatures » 

1  'T~^HE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 

X       My  joyful  voice  (hall  fmg, 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former,  and  their  King. 

2  *Twas  his  ri^ht  hand  which  (hap'd  our  clay, 
And  wrought  thi^  human  frame  ; 

But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  GoD, 
And  worihip  with  our  tongues  ; 

We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  Hcies, 
Aiid  join  th*  angelic  fongs. 

4  Let  grov'iing  beads,  of  ev*ry  fhape, 
^      And  fowls,  of  ev*ry  wing, 

And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  feaSo 
Their  vai-'ous  tribute  bring,  : 


B.n. 


SPIRITUAL   SOKGS.     165 


5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honor  fliine  ; 
And  wheels  of  nature,  roll ; 

Praife  him  in  your  unwearied  courfe 
Around  the  fteady  pole. 

6  The  brightnefs  of  our  Maker's  name 
The  wide  creation  fills, 

And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 
Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills, 

LXXII.   The  Lord's  Day  :  Or,  The  Refur- 

region  of  Chrift. 

1  TJ  LEST  morning,  whofe  young  dawning 
Jl3     Beheld  our  rifmg  God  ;  [rays 

Which  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
And  leave  his  laft  abode  ! 

2  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 
The  dead  Redeemer  lay  ; 

'Till  the  revolving  lilies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell,  and  the  grave,  unite  their  force 
To  hold  our  God  in  vain  ; 

The  ileepixng  Conqueror  arofe. 
And  burff  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 
Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay  ; 

And  loud  Hofanna's  fhall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

[5  Salvation  and  immortal  praife 

To  our  vi£lor'ous  King  : 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feasr 

With  glad  hofannas  ring.] 

LXXIII.   Doubts  fcattered.^ 

Ence,frommyfoul,fadthot's,begoH^, 
And  leave  ms  to  my  joys  j 


■H 


i66  HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

My  tongu^  ihall  triumph  in  my  GoD, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife- 

a  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind^ 

And  drown  d  my  head  in  tears  ; 
'Till  fov'reign  grace,  with  fhining  rays, 
Difpell'd  my  gloomy  fears. 

3  Oh  !  what  immortal  joys  I  felt. 
And  raptures,  all  divine — 

When  Jefus  told  me — /  was  his, 
And  my  Beloved  mine  ! 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul. 
And  breaks  my  peace,  in  vain  ; 

One  glympfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face, 
Revives  my  joys  again. 

' — LXXIV.  A  Complaint  of  Ingratitude,^^ 

1  TS  this  the  kind  return, 

X  And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love. 

Whence  all  our  bleiSngs  flow  ! 

2  To  what  a  ftubborn  frame 
Has  fjn  reduced  our  mind  ! 

What  ftrange,  rebell'ous  wretches  we. 
And  God — as  ftrangely  kind  I 
[3  On  us,  he  bids' the  fun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 

For  us,  the  fkies  their  circles  run. 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 
And  bow  their  necks  to  men ; 
Eut  we,  more  bafe,  more  brutifh  things, 
Rejed:  his  eafy  reign.J  < 


B.II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  167 

/"  '5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God,  1 

And  mould  our  fouls  afrelli ; 
Break,  fov'reign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of  ftone, 

And  give  us  hearts  of  fielh. 
6  Let  old  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall. 

Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 

LXX V.     The  beatifick fight  of  Chrift. 

1  TT'RoM  Thee,  my  God,  my  joys  fhall  rife, 
X;       And  run  eternal  rounds  \ 

Beyond  the  limits  of  the  (kies. 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 
Shall  death  itfelf  out-l)raye. 

Leave  dull  mortality  behind^ 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave, 

3  There,  where  my  blefled  Jefus  reigns^ 
In  heav'ns  unmeafur'd  fpace, 

I'll  fpend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleafure  and  in  praife. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wondering  eyes. 
Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  i€ve. 

And  endlefs  ages,  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  Sweet  Jefus  !  ev'ry  fmile  of  thine 
Shall  frefli  endearments  bring, 

And  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delights 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 

6  Hafte,  my  beloved,  fetch  my  foul 
Up  to  thy  blefl  abode  ; 

Fly,  for  my  fpirit  longs  to  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 


i68         HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

LXXVl.  ReJurren'tonandAJcenfion  e/'Chrift. 
]   TTOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 

XjL     Who  cloath'd  himfelf  in  clay  j 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 

And  tore  the  bars  away. 

0,  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanu'l  rofe  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away. 

And  fpoil'd  our  hellifli  foes. 

3  See,  how  the  ConquVor  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies  ! 
With  fears  of  honor  in  his  fiefh. 

And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4.  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns. 

And  fcatters  blelTings  down  ; 
Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  feat 

Of  the  cseleftial  throne. 

[5  Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  this  blefs'd  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  fongs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 
6  Bright  angels,  ftrike  your  loudeft  firings, 

Your  fweetefl  voices  raife  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  all  created  things, 

Sound  our  ImmanuTs  praife.] 

LXXVIL      The  Chrljiian  IVarfare, 

I  QTAND  up,  my  foul,  {hake  oftthy  fears, 

O   And  gird  the  gofpel-armour  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endlefs  joy. 
Where  thy  great  Captain-Saviour's  gone. 

Hell,  an  d  thy  fin  refift  thy  courfe  \ 


B.II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  169 

But  hell  and  fin  are  vanquifli'd  foes  ; 

Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  crofs. 

And  fung  the  triumph  when  he  rofe. 

[3  What  the'  the  prince  of  darknefs   rage, 

And  wafte  the  fury  of  his  fpite  ? 

Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 

To  fiery  deeps  and  endlefs  night. 

4  What  tho'  thine  inward  lulls  rebel  ? 
*Tis  but  a  ftruggiing  gafp  for  life  ^ 
The  weapons  of  victor  ous  grace 
Shall  flay  thy  fms,  and  end  the  ftrife.] 

5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate  j 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign. 
And  glittering  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait. 

6  There  (hall  I  v/ear  a  ftarry  cown. 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fKies 
Join  in  my  glor'ous  Leader's  praife , 

LXXVIII.      Redemption  by  (Zhx\{k. 

1  '\  'A  7  HEN  the  hrit  parents  of  our  race 

V  V       Rebell'd,  and  loft  their  GoD, 
And  the  infection  of  their  fm 
Had  tainted  all  our  blooii. 

2  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 
Of  the  eternal  Son  ; 

Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  court. 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. 

3  Aude  the  Prince  of  glory  threw 
His  moft  divine  array  ^ 

And  wrapp'd  his  Godiiead  in  a  veil 
Of  oijr  infer'or  cl.iy. 

4  His  living  pow'r  anddvine  love, 

P 


ryo  HYMNS    and  B.  II. 

Redeem'd  unhappy  men  ; 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Loid,  our  flefh  and  foul 
We  joyfully  refign  ; 

Bleft  Jefus,  take  us  for  thy  own, 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

6  Thine  honor  fhal,l  forever  be 
The  bus'nefs  of  our  days, 

Forever  fhall  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  tky  defer ved  praife. 

LXXIX.      Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  T>LUNGD  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair, 
X.       We  wretched  finners,  lay  ; 

Without  one  chearful  beam  of  hope. 
Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pit'ing  eyes,  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helplefs  grief; 

He  faw — and  (O  !  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  ihining  feats  above 
With  joyful  hafte  he  fled,  ' 

Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  fiefh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  fpoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus, 
And  break  our  iron  chains  ; 

Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls, 
From  everlafting  pains. 

[5   In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  curfed  projefts  tries  ; 
We,  who  were  doomd  his  endlefs  (laves, 

Arc  rais'd  above  the  fkies.j 


pow  r ! 


B.il.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     171 

6  Oh  !  for  his  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lafting  filence  break, 
And  all  harmon'ous  human  tongues, 

The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 
[7  Yes — WQ  will  praife  Thee,  dearefl  Lord; 

Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame  ; 
Hofannna,  round  the  fpacious  earth, 

Tothipe  adored  name  ! 

8  Angels,  affift  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes. 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

LXXX.     God's  awful  Power  and  Goodnejs, 

1  ^^H  !  the  almighty  Lord  ! 
\J   How  matchlefs  is  his  p 

Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  w^ord. 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

2  Let  proud  imper'ous  kings 
Bow  iovv  before  his  throne  ! 

Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things 
Or  he  fhall  tread  ye  down. 

3  Above  the  Ikies  he  reigns, 
And,  with  amazing  blows. 

He  deals  infuiferable  pains 
On  his  rebell'ous  foes. 

4  Yet,  everlafting  God, 
We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod. 
The  fceptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
Defend  our  Zion  well ; 

And  heav'nly  mercy  walls  v.?>  round 
From  Babylon  and  helL 


172  HYMNS    AND  B.  11. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 
Who  fits  enthron'd  above  : 
Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might. 
And  blefs  the  God  of  Love. 

LXXXI .  Our  Sin  the  Caufe  ofChnfs  Death, 
I    A  ND  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes, 

jlJl     Now  I  begin  to  fee  : 
Oh,  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fms  have  done! 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be  ? 

1  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareft  Lord, 

Which  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
Monfters,  that  llain'd  thofe  heav'nly  limbs. 

With  fioods  of  purple  gore  ? 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  which  I  had  done. 
My  deareft  Lord  was  (lain  ; 

W^hen  juftice  feiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  foul  to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  peace  !  ' 
rU  wound  my  God  no  more : 

Hence,  from  my  heart,  ye  fins,  be  gone. 
For  Jefus  i  adore. 

5  Furnilh  m.e,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms 
From  grace's  magazine  ; 

And  Lil  proclaim  eternal  war 
With  ev'ry  darling  fin. 

L  X  X  X I L  — Redemption  and  Protection  from 
Spiritual  Enemies. 

X      A  RISE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  po\%[r3, 
jr\.     KvA  triumph  in  my  God  ; 

Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glor'ous  grace  abroad. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  im^ 


/ 


B.  11.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell ; 
And  fix'd  my  {landing  more  fecure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love 
Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd, 

And,  on  the  rock  of  ages,  fet 
My  flipp'ry  fcotfteps  faft. 

4  The  city  of  my  bl^fs  a  abode 
Is  waird  around  with  grace ; 

Salvation,  for  a  bulwark  llands 
To  ftiield  the  facred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent -his  iharpefl  fplte^ 
And  all  his  legions  roar  ; 

Almighty  mercy  guards  my  lifcj 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow^V. 

6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake  my  voice. 
And  tunes  of  pieafure  fmg  ; 

Loud  haMelujah's  fliall  addrefs 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 
LXXXIII.     The  Paffion  and  E^dtailon  of 

Chrift. 
2   T^HUS  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fties-^ 

-L       **  Awake,  my  dreadful  fvvord  ; 
**  Awake  my  wrath,  and  fmite  the  man, 
•^  My  fellow  (faith  the  Lord.) 

2  Vengeance  rcceiv"d  the  dread  command, 
And,  armed,  dawn  fhe  flies  \ 

Jefus  fabmits  t"  his  Father's  hand,, 
And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But,  Oh  !  the  wiidom,  and  the  grace 
Which  join  with  vengeance  now  i. 

He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race^ 
And  yet  he  rifes  too. 


174         HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

4  A  perfon,  fo  divine,  was  he. 
Who  yielded  to  be  flain. 

That  he  could  give  his  foul  away. 
And  take  his  life  again. 

5  Live,  glor'ous  Lord,  and  reign  on  high  ; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  fmg, 

And  angels  found,  with  endlefs  joy, 
The  Saviour,  and  the  King. 

LXXXIV.      Thefame. 

1  /^OME,  all  harmon'ous  tongues., 
V->'     Your  nobleft  mufic  bring  ; 

'Tis  Chrift,  the  Everlafting  GoD, 
And  Chrift,  the  man,  we  fing. 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flefh. 
To  take  away  our  guilt ; 

Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood. 

Which  heliiili  monfters  fpilt. 
[3  Alas  !  the  cruel  fpear 

Went  deep  into  his  fide  ; 
And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore, 

Their  murd'rous  weapons  dy'd, 
[4  The  waves  of  fwelling  grief 

Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll  ; 
And  mountains  of  almighty  v/rath 

Lay  heavy  on  his  foul.] 

5  Dov/n  to  the  fhades  of  death 
He  bowd  his  awful  head  ; 

Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear  ; 
The  crofs,  and  nails,  no  more  ; 

F;  r  h'^1  itfrl^^  -Hiakes  at  his  name, 


B.  11.  SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     175 

And  all  the  heav'Hs  adore. 
7  There  the  Redeemer  fits 
High  on  his  Father's  throne  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by. 
And  fmiies  upon  his  Son. 
8'  There  his  full  glories  fhine 
With  uncreated  rays  ; 
And  blefs  his  faints'  and  angels'  eyes 
To  everlafting  days. 

LXXXV.    Sufficiency  of  Pardon, 

1  T  X  TH  Y  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls 

V  V     Thofe  mournful  colours  v/ear  ? 
What  doubts  arethefe  which  wafte  your  faith^ 
And  nourifh  your  defpair  ? 

2  What  tho'  your  num'rous  fins  exceed 
The  flars  whii:h  fill  the  fkies, 

A.nd,  aiming  at  the  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rife  ? 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 
The  wide  creation  fwell, 

And  has  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  depths  of  hell  ? 

4  See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  flows 
Of  never-failing  grace  ! 

Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  facred  iiood  increafe  ! 

5  It  rifes  high,  and  drowns  the  hiilsp 
'T  has  neither  fhore  nor  bound  : 

Now,  if  we  fearch  to  find  our  fins. 
Our, fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

5  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 
V/hich  buries  all  car  faults, 


176         HYMNS    AND  B.  11. 

And  pard'ning  blood,  which  fwells  above 
Our  follies,  and  our  thoughts. 

LXXXVI.     Freedom  from  fin  and  mljery  In 
heaven » 

I  /^UR  fins,  alas  I  how  ftrong  they  be! 

\J     And,  like  a  vi'lent  fea, 
They  bceak  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee. 

And  hurry  us  away. 

*i.  The  weaves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife  I 

How  loud  the  tempefts  roar  ! 
But  death  fliall  land  our  weary  fouls 

SafQ  on  the  heav'nly  ftiore. 

3  There,  to  fulFJ  his  fweet  commands,  • 
Our  fpeedy  feet  lliali  move  ; 

No  fm  fhali  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  fhall  we  fit,  and  fmg,  and  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 

*Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts. 
And  fmile  in  ev'ry  face. 

5  For  ever,  his  dear  facred  name 
Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue  ; 

And  Jefusy  znd  f aha f Ion  be 
The  clofe  of  cv'ry  fong. 

LX  X  X  V 1 1 .  Divine  Gkries  above  on  r  Re  of  on . 
I   T  TOW  w^ond'rous  great !  howglorous> 

Xl  Mull  our  Creator  be  !  fbrlght 
Who  dwells  amidft  the  dazzling  light 

Of  vaft  infinity  ! 

a  Our  foaring  fpirits  upward  rife 

To^v'rd  the  cseleftial  throne  : 
Fain  would  we  fee  the  bkUed  Three, 


B  II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    177 

And  the  almighty  One. 

3  Our  reafon  flretches  all  its  wings. 

And  climbs  above  the  fkies  ; 
But  ftill  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 

Our  grov'ling  reafon  lies  ! 

[4  Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls^ 

And  awfully  a^ore  : 
For  the  weak  pin'ons  of  our  minds 

Can  (Iretch  a  thought  no  more. 
5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  iab'ring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  higheft  feraph  tries 

To  form  an  equal  fong. 
[6  In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  myfier'ous  King, 
While  angels  ftrain  their  nobler  pow'rs. 

And  fweep  th'  immortal  ftring.J 

LXXXVIIL      Salvation. 

1  CALVATlpN!  O  the  joyful  found! 
k3     'Tis  pleafure  to  cur  ears  ; 

A  fot 'reign  balm  to  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cord'al  for  our  fears 

2  Bury'd  in  forrow,  and  in  fin. 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 

But  we  arife,  by  grace  divine. 
To  fee  a  heav'niy  day« 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  fpacious  earth  around. 

While  all  the  2ixmm  of  the  fky 
Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 

LXXXIX,.    Chrift's  Viaory  over  Satan, 
»  TT  OS  ANN  A  to  our  conqu  ring  King! 
XJw     The  prince  of  darknefs  flies  ; 


178  HYMNS    AMD  B.  LI. 

His  troops  rufh  headlong  down  to  hell. 
Like  lightning  from  the  flcies.  a 

2  There,  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar. 
And  fright  the  refcu'd  Iheep  ; 

But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
And  malice  to  the  deep. 

3  Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King, 
All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 

Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

4  Thy  vift'ries,  and  thy  deathlefs  fame 
Thro'  the  wide  world  fhall  run  ; 

And  everlafting  ages  (ing  * 

The  triumphs  thou  haft  won. 

XC .  Faith  in  Chrijl for  pardon  l^ Janftif cation, 

1  T  TOW  fad  our  ftate,  by  nature,  is! 
XA     Our  fin,  how  deep  it  ftains  1 

And  fatan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Faft  in  his  flavifh  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  facred  word  ^ 

Ho  !  ye  dejpairingf.nners,  comet 
And  truji  v.pon  the  Lord. 

3  My  foul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 
And  runs  to  this  relief; 

I  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord  ; 
Oh  !  help  my  unbelief. 

[4  To  the  dear  founuifi  of  thy  bloody 

Incarnate  God,  I  fiy  ; 
Here  let  me  wafti  my  fpotted  foul 

From  crimes  of  deepeft  die, 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  viftor  ous  King, 


B.ll.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     179 

My  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat. 

With  all  his  hellifh  crew. 
6  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helplefs  worm 

On  thy  kind  arms  1  fall  : 
Be  thou  my  ftrength,  and  right'oufnefs. 

My  Jefus,  and  my  All. 

XCI .     The  Glory  of  Chrift  in  Heaven. 

1  /^H,  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
V^     The  glories  of  the  place, 

Where  Jefus  fheds  the  brighteft  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

2  Sweet  majefty,  and  awful  love 
Sit  fmiling  on  his  brow  ; 

And  all  the  glor'ous  ranks  above 
At  humble  diftance  bow. 

[3  Princes,  to  his  imper'al  name 
Bend  their  bright  fceptres  down  ; 

Domln'ons,  thrones  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
To  fee  him  wear  the  crown.] 

4  Archangels  found  his  lofty  praife 
Thro'  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet  ; 

And  lay  their  higheft  honors  down 
Submiffive  at  his  feet. 

5  Thofe  foft,  thofe  bleffed  feet  of  his, 
Which  once  rude  iron  tare, 

High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  {land 
And  all  the  faints  adore. 

6  His  head,  that  dear  majeftic  head, 
Which  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 

See  what  immortal  glories  (hine, 
And  circle  it  around. 


i«9         HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

5  This  is  th'  Man,  th'  exalted  Man, 

Whom  we,  iinfeen,  adore  ! 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 

Our  hearts  fhall  love  him  more. 

[8  Lord  !  how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 

To  fee  thy  bleft  abode  ^ 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 

To  our  incarnate  God  ! 

9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  the  fight. 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay  ; 
And  wifh  thy  fi'ry  char'ots,  Lord, 

To  fetch  our  fouls  away, 

XCil.     The  Church  Javedy  and  her  Enemies 
d^l^ppotnted :  Or,  Deliverance  from  Treajon, 

1  QHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  your  joys 
O     Thro'  all  the  nanons  run  : 

Ye  Weftern  fides  refound  the  noife 
Beyond  the  rifmg  fun. 

2  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire, 
Thee,  our  glad  voices  fing  ; 

And  join  with  the  cxleftial  choir. 
To  praife  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  pow'r  the  v=hole  creation  rules. 
And,  on  the  ftarry  lilies, 

Sits  fmiiing  at  the  weak  defigns 
Thine  env'ous  foes  devile. 

4  Thy  fcorn<lerides  their  feeble  rage. 
And,  w\th  an  avvf-ul  trovvn, 

Flings  \.n\{\  confufion  on  their  plots, 

And  (bakes  their  Babel  dowa. 
[5  Their  fecret  iires  in  caverns  lay. 

And  we  the  (acrince  ^ 


B.II.^  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     i8i 

But  gloomy  caverns  ftrove  in  vain 
To  'fcape  all-fearching  eyes. 

6  Their  dark  defigns  v^^ere  all  reveal'd  i 

Their  treafons  all  betray'd  : 
Praife  to  the  Lord  who  broke  the  fnare 

Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.j 
J  In  vain  the  bufy  fons  of  hell 

Still  new  rebeH'ons  try  ; 
Their  fouls  fhall  pine  with  env'ous  rage^ 

And  vex  away,  and  die. 

S  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 

From  their  malicious  pov/'r: 
Let  Zion,  with  united  fongs. 

Almighty  grace  adore. 

XCII I .— Godtj//,  andm  all.  Pfalm  Ixxiii.  25, 
I  11  /TY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 

iVl     To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call  ; 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove  ; 
For  thou  art  All  in  All. 
[2  Thy  (hining  grace  can  cheer    . 
This  dungeon,  where  I  dwells 
*Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here  4 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.] 

[3  The  fmiliDgs  of  thy  face. 
How  am 'able  they  are  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace^ 
And  Ro  where  elfe  but  there.] 

[4j^To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 
The  angels  owe  their  blifs  ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.] 

[5  Not  all  the  harps  above 


i82         HYMNS    AND  B.  lU 

Can  make  a  hcav'nly  place 
If  God  his  refidence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  Iky, 
Can  one  delight  afford  ; 

No,  not  a  drop  of  real  juy. 

Without  thy  prefence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love. 
Where  all  my  pleafures  roll  ; 

The  circle  where  my  paflions  move. 

And  centre  of  my  foul. 
[8  To  Thee  my  fpirits  fly. 

With  reftlefs  warm  defire  ; 
And  yet  how  far  from  Thee  I  lie  ! 

Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  high'r.] 

XCl  V.  God  my  only  happtnefst  Pfal.Ixxiii.25. 
1   ly  fiY  God,  mv  portion,  and  my  love, 

IVl     My  everlafting  All  ! 
I've  none  but  Thee  in  heav*n  above. 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

[2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  (kies. 

And  this  infer'or  clod  f 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys. 

There's  nothing  like  my  God.] 

[3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light  : 
'Tis  thy  fweet  beams  creates  my  noon  ; 

If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilft  upon  my  refllefs  bed    ■- 
'     Among  the  (hades  1  roll  ; 
Jf  my  Redeemer  fhews  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  foul.] 


B.  II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    183 

5  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth  and  friends. 
And  health,  and  fafe  abode  ; 

Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things. 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth. 
If  once  compar'd  to  Thee  ? 

Or  what's  my  fafety,  or  my  health. 
Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ? 

^  Were  1  pofleffor  of  the  earth. 

And  call'd  the  ftars  my  own  ; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thy  Self, 

I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms,  like  feas. 

And  grafp  in  all  the  fhore  ; 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face. 

And  I  defire  no  more. 

XCV.     Look  on  htm  whom  they  pierced y  and' 
mourn, 

1  TNFINITE  grief  !  amazing  woe  ! 
X     Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 

Hell  and  the  Jews  confpire  his  death. 
And  ufe  the  Roman  fword. 

2  Oh  !  the  fharp  pangs  of  fmarting  pain 
My  dear  Redeemer  bore, 

When  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns,    . 
His  facred  body  tore  ! 

3  But  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns. 
In  vain  do  I  accufe  ; 

In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands. 
And  the  more  fpiteful  Jews  : 

4  'Twere  ypu  my  fins,  my  cruel  fins, 
His  chief  tormentors  were  j 


i84  HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail 
and  unbelief — the  fpear. 

5  'Twere  you  that  puU'd  the  vengeance  dowtt 
Ujpon  his  guiltlefs  head  : 

Break,  break,  my  heart — oh,  burft  mine  eyes. 
And  let  my  forrows  bleed  ! 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  tiinty  foul, 
'Till  melting  v/aters  flow  ; 

And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
In  undiiTembled  woe  ! 

■ — X  C  V I .     Angels  punijhedy  and  Man  Jave^, 

1  T^OwN  headlong  fi*em  their  native  {kies 
X-/     The  rebel  angels  fell ; 

And  thunderbolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs 
RebelFous  man  was  hurl'd  ; 

And  Jefus  ^oop'd  beneath  the  grave^ 
To  reach  a  (inking  v/orld. 

3  Oh,  love  of  infinite  degrees  f 
Unmeafurable  grace  ! 

Muft  heav'ns  eternal  darling  die. 
To  fave  a  trait'rous  race  ? 

4  Mufi:  angels  fink  forever  down, 
And  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire  ; 

While  God  forfakes  his  fhining  throne. 
To  raife  us,  wretches,  high'r  ? 

5  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  earth  and  fkies, 
With  halleliijahs  ring, 

And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujahs  fiag ! 


B.n.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS,     185 

XC\ll,^The  fame.^ ^ 

1  T?ROM  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell, 
J?    And  wrath  and  darknefs  chained  'em 

But  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  blifs,  [down  ^ 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown  ! 

2  Amazing  work  of  fov'reign  graces 
Which  could  diftinguifh  rebels  fo  ! 
Our  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlafting  fetters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 
Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all  we  pay  : 
Millions  of  tongues  fhall  found  thy  pralf<g 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

XCVIII. — Hardnejs  of  Heart  complained  of, 

1  A  yfY  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  isl 
JLVX     How  heavy  here  it  lies  \ 

Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breaft. 
Juft  like  a  rock  of  ice  ! 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  fits 
Upon  this  flinty  throne  ; 

And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  ftone. 

3  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 
Ortafte  the  joys  above  ! 

This  mountain  preiTes  dov^n  my  faith. 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul 
With  alt  its  heav'nly  charms, 

This  ftubborn,  this  relentlefs  thing. 
Would  thruil  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Againft  the  thunders  of  thy  word 
Rebelious  1  have  flood  ^ 


i86  HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

My  heart,  it  fhakes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  ileep  this  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimfon  fea, ! 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 

Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

XCIX.     The  Bool  of  God's  Decrees. 
I    T    ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 

t  1     Abas'd  before  their  God  ; 
Whate'er  his  fov'reign  voice  has  form'd 

He  governs  with  a  nod. 

[2  Ten  thoufand  ages  e'er  the  Ikies 

Were  into  motion  brought  ; 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 

Stood  prefent  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  fparrow,  or  a  worm* 
But's  found  in  his  decrees  ; 

He  raifes  monarcbs  to  their  thrones. 
And  fmks  them  as  he  pleafe.] 

4  If  light  attend  the  courfe  1  run> 
'Tis  He  provides  thofe  rays  ; 

lAnd  'tis  his  hand  which  hides  my  fun, 
*  If  darknefs  cloud  my  days. 

5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concern'd. 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
In  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees, 
What  months  are  v/rit  -for  me^ 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life. 
Oh,  may  Iread  my  name 

Among  the  chofen  of  his  love, 
The  foll'vrers  cf  the  Lamb ! 


K  11.  SPIRITUAL.  SONGS.     187 

C  The  Prefence  of  Chr'ijl  is  the  Life  of  my  Soul. 

J  T  TOW  full  of  anguifh  is  the  thought ! 
JlX.  How  it  diftraSs  and  tears  my  hearty 
If  God,  at  laft,  my  fov'reign  Judge, 
Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foul  depart  I 

2  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ftage^ 
Where  fhall  I  fly  but  to  thy  breaft  > 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home— 
For  I  have  learn 'd  no  other  reft. 

3  I  cannot  live  contented  here. 
Without  fome  glimpfes  of  thy  face  ; 
And  heav'n,  without  thy  prefence  there^ 
Would  be  a  dark  and  tirefome  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day. 
And  hold  my  thoughts  afide  from  Thee  ; 
The  fhining  hours  of  chearful  light 

Are  long  and  ted'ous  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  ev'ning  vifit's  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 
How  dull  the  night  I  how  fad  the  fhade  ! 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll  ! 

6  This  flefh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
To  live — yet  part  with  all  my  blood  ; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone. 

Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food". 

f7  Chrift  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care. 

My  blelTed  hope,  m.y  heav'nly  prize  ; 

Dearer  than  all  my  paffions  are, 

My  limbs,  my  bowek,  or  my  eyes. 

S  The  firings  v/hich  twine  about  my  heart? 

Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  ofF^ 

But  they  can  never,  never  part 


i88         HYMNS     AND  B.  II. 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Chrift  my  love. 

[g  My  God  !  and  can  a  humble  child. 
Who  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high. 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd, 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

10  Impoflible  ! — For  thine  own  hands 
Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  faft  to  Thee  ; 
And  in  thy  book  the  promife  (lands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  muft  be.] 

CI.     The  Pf^orld's  three  chief  Temptations, 
\   T  X  7HEN,  in  the  light  of  faith  divine^ 

V  V       We  look  on  things  below,. 
Honor,  and  gold,  and  fens^al  joy. 
How  vain  and  dang'rous  too. 

[2  Honor's  a  puffof  noify  breath-; 

Yet  men  expofe  their  blood. 
And  venture  everlailing  death. 

To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  Whilft  others  ftarve  the  nobler  mind. 
And  feed  on  (hining  duft  ; 

They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T'  indulge  a  fordid  luft,] 

4  The  pleafures  which  allure  thy  fenfe,. 
Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  fouls  ; 

There's  but  a  drop  of  flatt'ring  fweet,. 
And  dafh'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  mine  all-fufficient  good. 
My  portion,  and  my  choice  ; 

In  him  my  vaft  deftres  are  fill'di 
And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 

6  In  vain  the  world  accofts  my  earj, 
And  tempts  my  hearts  anew  j 

I  caiinot  buy  your  biifs  fo  deai>, 


3.  II.  SPIRITUAL   SONGS.    189 

Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 

CII.     A  happy  RefurreSfion, — — 

X   TVJO,  PU  repine  at  death  no  more, 
JL  11    But,  with  a  chearful  gafp  refiga 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
Thefe  dying,  withering  limbs  of  mine. 

1  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  flelk. 
And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  duft, 
My  God  fhall  raife  my  frame  anew 
At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

3  Break,  facr.ed  morning  through  the  fkies^ 
Bring  that  delightful,  facred  day  ; 

Cut  fhort  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come. 
Thy  lingering  vi^heels  how  long  they  ftay. 

4  Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face  ; 
And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips 
Where  God  has  Ihed  his  richeft  grace, 

[5  Hafte  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Roufe  all  the  pious  deeping  clay  \ 
That  we  may  join  in  heavenly  joys. 
And  fmg  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 

CIILT^Ghrift*s  Commijfion,  John  iii.  16. 17. 

1  f^OwE ,  happy  fauls ,  approach  your  God, 
V^     With  new  melodious  fongs  j 

Come,  tender  to-almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  ftrange,  fo  boundlefs  was  the  love 
Which  pity*d  dying  men. 

The  Father  fent  h^s  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  were  not  arm'd 


190  HYMNS    AND         B.  II; 

With  a  revenging  rod  ; 
No  hard  conimifiicn  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy — all  was  mild — 
And  wrath  forfook  the  throne  ; 

"When  Chrift  on  the  kind  errand  came. 
And  brought  falvation  down, 

5  Here,  finners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds. 
And  wipe  your  forrows  dry  : 

Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name. 
And  you  fhall  never  die. 

6  See,  deareft  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 
Accept  thine  offered  grace  ; 

We  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 

— -CIW, --The  fame. 

J   T3  AISE  your  triumphant  fongs 
XV  To  an  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Caeleft'al  grace  has  done. 

a  Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  beloved  chofe  ; 
And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears. 
No  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  *Twas  mercy  fiU'd  the  throne 
And  wrath  flood  filent  by, 

When  Chrift  was  fent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doom*d  to  dicn 


B.^IU  SPIRITUAL   SONGS.    191 

5  Now,  finners,  dry  your  tears. 
Let  hopelefs  forrow  ceafe  , 

Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love. 
And  take  the  ofFer*d  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call  ; 
We  lay  an  humble  claim 

To  the  falvation  thou  haft  bought 
\        And  love,  and  praife  thy  name. 

I  ."Hi.  .  . 

C  V.  Repent  ancejiowing from  the  patience  of  God, 
I      A  ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 

±\,     And  dare  we  yet  rebel  ? 
*Tis  boundlefs,  *tis  amazing  love. 

That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

^  The  burden  of  our  weighty  gbilt 
Would  fink  us  down  to  flames. 

And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above 
To  crufti  our  feeble  frames,  ^ 

3  Almighty  goodnefs  exits'—forbear  : 
And  ftrait  the  thunder  ftays  : 

And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath. 
And  weary  out  his  grace. 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abused  thy  love. 
Too  long  indulg'd  our  fin  \ 

Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  ^o  mdre,  ye  lufts,  ftiall  ye  command. 

No  more  will  we  obey  ; 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conquering  handj 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

CVI.      Repentance  at  the  Crofs. 
I   /^H,  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  woe, 
\Jf     How  would  I  vent  my  lighs  I 


tf^%         HYMNS    AND  B.  11. 

Repentance  fhould,  like  rivers,  flow 
From  both  my  Itreaming  eyes. 

a  *Twas  for  my  fins,  my  dearefl  Lord 

Hung  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  groan 'd  away  a  dying  life 

For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

3  Oh  !  how  I  hate  thofe  lufts  of  mine. 
Which  crucify'd  my  God  ; 

Thofe  fins  which  pierc'd  and  nailed  his  flefli 
Faft  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  fhall  die. 
My  heart  has  fo  decreed  ; 

Nor  will  1  fpare  the  guilty  things 
Which  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilft,  with  a  melting  broken  heart, 
My  murder'd  Xord  1  view. 

I'll  raife  revenge  againft  my  fins, 
And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 

C  V II .  The  everlafttng  ahjence  ofGddtntohrable 
I   ^  I  ^HAT  awful  day  will  furely  come, 

X       Th*  appointed  hour  makes  haltr, 
When  I  muft  (tand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  teft. 

1  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys. 
Thou  fov'reign  of  my  heart,  $ 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  found — depart  I' 

[3  The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word 

Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 
*Twould  tear  my  foul  afunder.  Lord, 

With  mod  tormenting  tear.] 
[4.  What,  to  be  banifti'd  fjpm  rny  life, 


B.II.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  193 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ? 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain. 
Yet  death  forever  fly  ? 

5  Oh  I  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair, 
To  fee  my  God  remove. 

And  fix  my  doleful  ilation  where 
I  muft  not  taiie  his  love  } 

6  Jefus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 
And  hang  upon  thy  breaft  ; 

Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  Thee, 
My  fpirit  cannot  reft. 

7  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  worthlefs  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 

Shew  me  fome  promife  in  thy  book. 
Where  my  falvation  ftands. 

[8  Give  me  one  kind,  affuring  word 

To  fmk  my  fears  again  ; 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  fhall  VTait 

Here  three-fcore  years  and  ten.] 

CVIII.     Ac-cejs  to  the  throne  of  Grace  by  a 
Mediator. 

1  /^OME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
V-^     Up  to  the  Courts  abo^-e. 

And  fmlle  to  fee  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Once  'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath. 
And  foot  devouring  flame  ; 

Our  God  appear'd  confuming  fire. 
And  Vengeance  v/as  his  name, 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jefus*  blood, 
Which  calm'd  his  frowning  face  \ 

Which  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
R 


!94         HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace ! 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 
An^  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  feat. 
No  double  flaming  fword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  blifs 
Are  opend  by  the  Son  ; 

High  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praife, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

6  To  Thee  ten  thoufand  thanks  we  bring. 
Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 

And  glory  to  th*  eternal  King, 
Who  lays  his  fury  by. 

C I X .      The  Darknefs  of  Providence, 
I    T    ORD,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns, 

i^  Th*  obfcure  abyfs  of  Providence ! 
Too  deep  to  found  wjth  mortal  lines 
Too*  dark  to  viev/  with  feeble  fenfe. 

a  Now  thou  arrayft  thine  awful  face 
In  angfy  frowns,  without  a  fmilp  r 
We,  thro'  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace. 
Secure  of  thy  com^pafTion  flill.' 

3  Thro'  feas  and  ftorms  of  deep  diflrefs, 
We  fail  by  faith,  and  not  by  fight  ; 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
Thro'  ail  the  terrors  of  the  night. 

I.  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refolve  to  fcourge  us  here  below  ; 
'  Stili  let  us  lean  upon  our  Gob, 
Thine  arm  (Iiail  bear  us  fafely  through. 


^11.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    195 

ex.  Triumph  over  Death ,  in  hope  of  the 

Rejurredion. 

1  A  ND  muft  this  body  die  \ 
XX     This  mortal  frame  decay  \ 

And  mull  thefe  adlive  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms 
Shall  but  refine  this  flefh  \ 

'Till  my  trium-phant  fpirit  comes, 
■-     To  put  i^  on  afreih. 

3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives — • 
And  often  from  the  Ikies 

Looks  down  and  watches  ail  my  dull, 
'Till  he  Ihall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glor'ous  grace 
Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  Ihine  \ 

And  ev'ry  (hape,  and  evjry  face 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jefus'  dying  love  ; 

We  v/ould  adore  his  grace  below. 
And  fmg  his  povv^'r  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 
Of  thefe  our  humble  fon^s — • 

'Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  -v^^  raife 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

CXI.     Thankf giving  for  ViBorp 

I    '^lON'  rejoice,  and  Judah  fmg, 
/a     The  Lord  aifumes  his  throne  ; 

New-England,  own  the  heav'nly  King, 
And  make  his  glories  known. 

%  The  great,  the  wicked>  and  the  proud. 


196  HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

From  their  high  Ceats  are  hurl'd  ; 
Jehovah  rides  upon  ^  cloyd. 
And  thunders  thro', the  world. 

3  He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
Diftributes  mortal  crowns  ; 

Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fmiles,  M 

And  totter  at  his  frowns.  ^ 

4  Navies  which  rule  the  ocean  wide. 
Are  vanquifh'd  by  his  breath  ; 

And  legions,  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pride, 
Defcend  to  wat'ry  death. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 
To  vex  our  happy  land  • 

Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence. 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

[6  Still  may  the  King  of  grace  defcend 

To  rule  -  •  by  his  word  ; 
And  all  the  honors  we  can  give. 

Be  ofFer'd  to  the  Lord.] 

C  X  n ,  Angels  munfiertng  to  Chr'iji  and  Saints. 

1  /^  Re  AT  God  !  to  what  a  glor'ous  height 
VJT  Had;  thou  advanc'd  the  Lord,  thy  Son ! 

Angels  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  leet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  of  fe  they  move, 

To  maaage  his  affairs  of  ftate 

hi  works  of  vengeance,  and  of  love. 

^   His  orders  run  through  all  the  holls. 
Legions  defcend  at  his  command, 
To  fhield  and  guard  thefe  Weftern  coalls. 
When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 


JB.^II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     197 

4  Now  they,  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode  ; 
Through  all  the  dangers  which  we  meet 
In  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground. 
And  thou  fhalt  bid  me  rife,  and  come— - 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down, 

Safe  to  condudl  my  fpirit  home. 

^CXlil.-r—TJjefame.— 

X   ^  I  ^HE  majefly  of  Solomon, 

A       How  g|.or'ous  to  behold — 
The  fervants  waiting  round  his  throne. 
The  iv'ry,  and  the  gold  ! 

Q,  But,  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  fhines 
With  far  fuper  'or  beams  ;  - 

Thine  angel  guards  are  fwift  as  winds. 
Thy  minifters  are  flamxcs. 

[3  Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth,  ' 
A  lliining  army  downward  lied. 

To  celebrate  his  birth. 

4  And  when  opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fears. 
On  the  cold  ground  he  lies — ■ 

Behold — a  heav'nly  form  appears, 
T'  allay  his  agonies.] 

5  Now,  to  the  hands  of  Chrift,  our  King, 
Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  ;    ^ 

They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
His  chofen  heirs  to  heav'n. 

6  Fieafure  and  praife  run  through  their,  hodi 
To  fee  a  (inner  turn  ; 

Then  faian- hasa  captive  lofl, 
R  3 


^98  H  Y  M  N  S    AND         B.  11. 

And  Chriil — a  fubjedl  born. 

7  Eut  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joyj, 
When  he  his  angels  lend^a^ 

Obftinate  rebels  to  deftroy. 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 

8  Oh  !  .could  I  fay,  without  a  doubt. 
There  ihall  my  foul  be  found  ! 

Tiien  let  the  great  arch-angel  fhout — 
And  the  lalt  trumpet  found  ! 

CXIV.  Chn^s  Death,  Viaory,^  DomimGr.- 
I  T  SING  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death— 

A      He  conquer'd  when  he  fell  : 
'Tis  finijh'd — faid  his  dying  breath — 
And  fliook  the  gates  of  hell. 

'2  'Tis  finifh'd — our  Emman'el  cries — 

"The  dreadful  work  is  done — 
Hence  fhall  his  fov reign  throne  arife  ; 

His  Kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  crofs  a,fure  foundation  laid. 
For  glory  and  renown  ; 

When,  through  the  regions  of  the  dead> 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown-. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide, 
Sils  our  viftor'ous  Lord  ; 

To  heav'n  and  hell,  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

5^  The  faints,  from  his  propitious  eye, 

Await  their  fev'ral  crovv^ns  ; 
And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fiy 

The  terror  of  his  frowns. 

o-^CXV. — God   the  Avenger  of  his  Saint sr, 
1  T  TIGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground.^ 
XX     Reigns  the  Creator,  God  \ 


BII.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     199 

Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound. 

Extends  his  awful  nod. 
0,  Let  princes,  of  exalted  ftate. 

To  him  afcribe  their  crown  ; 
Render  their  homage  at  his  ittt; 
,  And  caft  their  glories  down. 

3  Know  that  his  Kingdom  is  fupreme^ 
,Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain  ; 

He  calls  you  Gods,  that  awful  name. 
But  ye  muft  die,  like  men. 

4  Then  let  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 
Not  dare  to  vex  the  juft  ; 

He  puts  on  vengeance  like  a  robe. 
And  treads  the  worms  to  dull:. 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth,  be  wife. 
And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear  ! 

The  meaneft  faint  whom  you  defpife. 
Has  an  Avenger  there. 

CXVI.  Mercies  mid  Thanks. 
^    T  TOW  can  I  fmk  with  fuch  a  prop 

JL  J.     As  my  eternal  God  ; 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
,     And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  ? 
2  How  can  I  die  while  Jefus  lives. 

Who  rofe,  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 

From  mine  exalted  Head. 

[3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have,     , 

Shall  be  forever  thine  ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 

My  chearful  hands  refign. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  fame  refsrve. 
And  duty  did  not  Cv'ill, 


200  HYMNS    AND  B.  Hi 

I  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great, 
That  i  fhould  give  him  all. 

C  X  VI I .   Living  and  dying  with  Go  D  prefenf;'^ 

I T  CANNOT  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord— fi| 

X   My  life  expires  if  thou  depart  ; 
Be  thou,  my  heart,  dill  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  ftill  near  my  heart.       | 

1  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fm,  * 

Nor  can  1  live  on  things  fo  vile  ; 
Yet  I  will  ftay  my  Father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  a  while. 

3  Then,  deareft  Lord,  in  thine  embrace. 
Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath  ^ 
And,  with  a  fmile  upon  my  face, 
Pafs  the  important  hour  of  death. 

CXVIIL      The  PrlefhoodofCWi^. 

1  T>  LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies, 
J3  Reve?7ge  the  blood  of  Abel  cries  \ 

But  the  dear  ilream,  when  Ohrift  was  fiain, 
Spoke  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high,  j 
Behold  !  he  lays  his  vengeance  by  ! 
And  rebels  who  dcfv^rve  his  fword. 
Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  rife. 
Who  gave  his  life  a  facrifice  ; 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
ArAy  for  our  pardon,  pleads  his  blood. 

CXIX.      The  Holy  ScripH'ra. 

I  T    ADEN  v/ith  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 

X-J     I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord  ^ 
And  not  a  glympfe  of  hope  appears. 


3.  IL   SPIRITUAL  SONGS,    ^m 

But  in  thy  written  word. 
2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  affuage  ; 
jlere  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 

Almoft  in  ev'ry  page. 

[^  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife, 

Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own^ 

4  Here  confecrated  water  flows. 
To  quench  my  third  of  fm  j 

Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grotvs. 
No  danger  dwells  therein.] 

5  This  is  the  Judge,  who  ends  the  ftrife 
Where  wit  and  reafon  fail  j 

My  guide  to  everlafting  life. 
Thro'  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh,  may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God, 
My  roving   feet  command  ; 

Nor  I  forfake  the  happy  road 
Which  leads  to  thy  right  hand ! 

CXX.     The  Law  and  Gofpel  joined  in  the 
^  Scriptures. 
.  1  ^  I  ^HE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

jL       And  keeps  the  world  in  awe  ; 
Amidfl  the  fmoke  on  Sinai's  hiH, 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveal'd  his  face  j 
And,  fmiling,  from  above. 

Sends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grace^ 
Th'  epiftles  of  his  love. 

3  Thefe  facred  words  impart 


1 


^01         HYMNS     AND  B.  IL 

Our  Maker's  juft  commands  ; 
The  pity  of  his  melting  heart 
And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

[4.  Hence  we  awake  our  fear. 
We  draw  our  comfort  hence  ; 
The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  here  ; 
Our  armour  of  defence. 

5  We  learn  Chrift  crucify 'd, 
And  here  behold  his  blood  ; 

All  arts  and  knowledges' befide. 
Will  do  us  little  good.]     * 

6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word  ; 
We  tafte  the  ofFer'd  grace. 

Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  truft  his  promifes. 

7  In  vain  fhall  Satan  rage 
Againft  a  book  divine. 

Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page. 
Where  beams  of  mercy  (hine. 

CXXl.^TLe  Law  and  Go/pel  dijllnguijhed, 

V  I  ^HElaw commands,  andmakesusknow 

A     What  duties  to  our  God  we  ovve  ; 
But  'tis  the  gofpel  muft  reveal  . 
Where  lies  our  ftrength  to  do  his  will.  , 
!2  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  fin, 
And  fhews  how  vile  our  hear-ts  have  been. 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love,  and  cleanfmg  grace. 
3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againft  the  man  who  fails  but  once  \ 
But,  in  the  gcfpel,  Chrifl  appears 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years. 


5.IL    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    2^03 

4.  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comforts  from  the  law  5 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives  : 
The  man  who  trufts  the  promife,  lives. 

CXXII.     Retirement  and  Meditation. 
I   \  /f  Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

IVX   A  flranger  to  myfelf  and  thee  ; 
Amidrt  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove. 
Forgetful  of  my  higheft  love. 
1  Why  (hould  my  paffions  mix  with  earth» 
And  thus  debafe  my  heav'nly  birth  ! 
Why  (hould  I  cleave  to  things  below. 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  fiefh  and  fenfe, 
One  fov 'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

.And  all  infer'or  joys  refign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes,  withdrawn  ; 
Let  noife  and  vanity  be  gone  ; 

In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

CXXIIL      The  benefit  of  public  Ordinances. 

I      A   WAY  from  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 
JL\.  Away  from  earth,  our  fouls  retreat ; 
V/e  leave  this  worthlefs  world  ".%r. 
And  wait  and  worfnip  near  thy  feat. 

1  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore  ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r, 

3  While  here,  our  var'ous  vvants  we  mourn.o 
United  groans  afcend  on  high  •. 


5104         HYMNS    AND  B.  1 

And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
Of  bleffings  in  variety. 

[4  If  fatan  rage,  and  fin  grow  ftrong, 
Here  we  receive  fome  chearing  word  ; 
We  guard  the  gofpel-armour  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord, 

5  Or  if  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 

(Our  confcience  gall'd  with  inward  flings) 
Here  doth  the  right'ous  fun  arife. 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings.] 

6  Father  !  my  foul  would  ftill  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  fide  : 
But  if  my  feet  mufl  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

CXXIV.  Moses,  Aaron,  ^?«^  Joshua 

1  ''THIS  not  the  law  of  ten  commands, 

JL       On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
.  Or  fent  to  men  by  Mofes'  hands. 
Can  bring  us  fafe  to  heav.'n. 

2  'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpilt, 
Nor  fmoke  of  fweetefl  fmell, 

Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Aaron,  the  prieft,  refigns  his, breath. 
At  Go's  immed'ate  will  ; 

And,  in  the  defart,  yields  to  death 
Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 

4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide, 
The  tribes  of  Ifr'el  ftand, 

While  Mofeb  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd 
Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 


1 


UI.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    205 

^  ilr*el  rejoice,  now  *  Jofh'a  leads ! 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft  ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  narne  exceeds 

The  ruler  and  the  priefl. 

C  X  X  V .     Faith  and  Repentance  ^  Unbelief  and 
Impenitence, 

I T    IFE  and  immcrtal  joys  are  given 

JLi  To  fouls  who  mourn  the  fms  they  Ve 
Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heav'n  [done. 
By  faith  in  God*s  eternal  Son. 

2  Woe  to  the  wretch  who  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  ftubborn  fm  of  unbelief. 

3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead? 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies  : 
He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  heads 
And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies, 

CXXVL     God  glorified  in  the  Go/pel 

1  'T^HE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 

JL       Invites  his  children  near  ; 
While  pow'r  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  the  gofpei's  wond'rous  frame^ 
Freih  wifdom  we  may  view  ; 

A  thoufiiud  angels  learn  thy  name. 
Beyond  what'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireil  lines. 
Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  ; 

Wifdom  thro'  all  the  myd'ry  fhines. 
It  fhines  in  Jefus'  face. 

*  The  fame  with  Jefus  y  andfgnifies  a  Saviour. 


ao6         HYMNS    and  B.It 

4.  The  law  its  beft  obed'ence  owes 

To  our  incarnate  Gor> ;  .( 

And  thy  revenging  juftice  fhows 

Its  honors  in  his  blood. 
5  But  ftill  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs  ; 
Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  rays. 

And  more  cxahs  our  joys. 

CXX  V 1 1 .      Circumctfion  and  Bapufm.-^- 
(Written  only  for  thofe  who  fraflice  the  Bap- 

i'ljm  of  Infants.) 
inPHUS  didthe  fons  of  Abra'm  pafs 
X     Under  the  bloody  feal  of  grace  ! 
The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 
'Till  Chrift  the  painful  bondage  broke. 
1  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
His  Father's  cov'nant  and  his  love  ; 
He  feals  to  faints  his  glorious  grace, 
And  not  forbids  their  infant  race. 

3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 
Their  children  fet  apart  for  God  ; 

His  fpirit  on  their  offspring  fhed. 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  ev'ry  faint,  with  chearful  voice. 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ; 
Young  children  in  their  early  days, 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abra'm  praife. 
CXX V III.       Corrupt  Nature  from  Adam. 
i    T>  LEST  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 

J3     Adam,  our  Father,  flood  ; 
'Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  to  fenfe. 
And  eat  th*  unlawful  food. 

1  Kow  we  are  born  a  fenfal  race. 


B.IL  SPIRITUAL   SONGS.    207 

To  finful  joys  inclined  ; 
Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place 9 
And  fleih  enflaves  the  mind. 

3  While  fle{h,  or  fenfe,  or  paffion  reigns, 
Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good  i 

We  fancy  mufic  in  our  chains. 
And  fo  forget  our  load. 

4  Great  God  I  renew  our  ruin*d  frame. 
Our  broken  pow'rs  re  (tore  ; 

Infpire  us  with  a  heav'niy  fiame. 
And  fle(h  (hall  reign  no  mere. 

5  Eternal  fpirit !  write  thy  law 
Upon  our  inward  parts  ; 

And  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 

CXXIX.     fTe  walk  by  Faith,  not  hy  Sight, 

1  *''  I  ^IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

X    Wc  walk  thro*  defarts  dark  as  night, 
*Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  cur  light. 

2  The  want  of  fight  (he  well  fupplies — 
She  makes  the  peerly  gates  appear  ;, 
Far  into  diftant  worlds  (he  pries, 

And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Chearful  we  tread  the  defert  through. 
While  faith  colie£ls  the  heav'niy  ray. 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempers  blow. 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4.  So  Abra*m  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land. 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road  . 


2o3  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

CXXX.      The  new  Creation. 

I     \  TTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son! 

MJL     Doth  his  own  glories  fhew  ; 
** Eehoid,  I  fit  upon  my  throne, 

*'  Creating  all  things  new. 

"  2  Nature  and  fm  are  pafsM  away, 

*'  And  the  old  Adam  dies  ; 
''  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay—- 

**  See  the  new  world  arife. 

'•  3  I'll  be  a  Sun  of  Right'oufnefs 
'*  To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 

*^  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
"  My  glory  fhail  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer  !  fet  me  free 
From  my  old  flate  of  fm  ; 

Oh,  make  my  foul  alive  to  Thee, 
Create  new  powers  within  : 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears. 
And  mould  my  heart  afrefh  ; 

Give  me  new  pallions,  joys  and  fears. 
And  turn  the  ftone  to  flefh. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead — 
From  fm,  and  earth,  and  hell  ; 

In  the  nev^  world  which  grace  has  made, 
1  v.'ould  forever  dwell. 

CXXXI.  The  Excellency  of Chr'ifian  Religion, 
I    T    ET  everlading  glories  crown 

X-ji  Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord^ 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down^ 
And  writ  the  bleffings  in  thy  word. 
[2  What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around; 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan  ? 


B,  M.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     209 

There  fhall  be  no  religion  found 
So  jufl  to  God,  fo  fafe  for  man.] 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  confcience  feeks 
Some  folid  ground  to  reft  upon  ; 

With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
'Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  thy  blelTed  truths  agree ! 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  I 
Thy  promifes,  how  flrong  they  be ! 
How  firm  our  hope  or  comfort  ftands  ! 

[5  Not  the  feigned  fields  of  heath^nifh  blifs 
Could  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind  ; 
Nor  does  the  Turkiili  paradife 
Pretend  to  joy  fo  well  refin'd.] 

6  Should  all  the  forms  vvhich  men  devife, 
Affault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies. 
And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 

— CXXXII.      The  Offices  of  Chn^,--- 

1  T  75  7"E  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord^ 

V  V     Who  comes  with  truth  and  grace; 
Jefus,  thy  Spirit,  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  rev'rence  our  High-Prieft  above. 
Who  oiFer'd  up  his  blood. 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love. 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honor  our  exalted  King  ; 
How  fweet  are  his  commands  ! 

He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  11TI3 
By  his  almighty  hands, 

4  Hofanna  to  his  glor'cus  name. 
Who  faves  by  diiF'rent  ways  5 

Sz 


iio  HYMN  S    AND  B.  IL 

His  mercies,  lay  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praife. 

CXXXliL  The  Operations  ofthe  Holy  Spirit. 

1  T?TERNAR  Spirit!  we  confefs, 

JZj  And  fmg  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  \ 
Thy  pow*r  conveys  our  blefiings  down 
From  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thine  heavenly  ray, 
Our  (hades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day  : 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  pow*r  and  glory  work  within. 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  fin  \ 
Do  our  imper'ous  lufts  fubdue. 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confcience  knows  thy  voice, 
Thy  charming  words  awake  our  joys  \ 
Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind. 

And  calm  the  furges  of  the  mind. 

CXXXIV.     Clrcumcijion  ahoViJhed. 

1  T~^HE  promife  was  divinely  free> 

A       Extenfive  was  the  grace  j 
**  I  will  the  God  of  Abra'm  be, 
'*  And  of  his  numerous  race." 

2  He  faid — and,  with  a  bloody  feal, 
Confirm  d  the  words  he  fpoke  ; 

Long  did  the  fons  of  Abra'm  feel 
The  fharp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  'Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low> 
Gave  hi^  own  flefh  to  bleed  ; 

And  Gentiles  tr.{l:e  the  bleffings  now. 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 

4  The  God  of  Abia'm  claims  our  praife, 


B.  It  SPIRITUAL  SONGS,    au 

His  promifes  endure  ; 
And  Chrift,  the  Lord,  in  gentler  ways. 
Makes  the  falvation  fure. 

CXXXV.     Types  and  Prophecies  of  Chrift. 
I    T>  EHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  feedp 

XJ  Behold  the  great  Meffiah  come  ! 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  fuper'or  room ! 

'1  Abra'm,  the  faint,  rejoiced  of  old. 
When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  faw ! 
Mofes,  the  Man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  fulfiller  of  his  law. 

3  The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  name. 
Obtained  their  chief  defign,  and  ceas'd  j 
The  incenfe,  and  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
The  ark,  the  alter,  and  the  prieft. 

4  Fredi<flions  in  abundance  meet. 
And  join  their  bleffings  on  his  head ; 
Jefus,  vft  worfhip  at  thy  feet ; 
And  nations  own  the  promis'd  feed. 

eXXXVI.   Miracles  at  the  Birth  ofCWi^o 
1  '^r^H£  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son 

A    To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth; 
Behold,  the  midnight  bright  as  noon,  j 

And  heav'nly  hofts  declare  his  birth  i  ^ 

a  About  the  young  Redeemer*8  head 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meeti 
An  unknown  ftar  arofe,  and  led 
The  eaftern  fages  to  his  feet. 
3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim  ;      ^     \ 
Inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 
Ar4  blefs'd  the  babe,  and  own'd  his  name. 


212  HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

4  Tho*  Jew  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud. 
And  treat  the  hcly  Child  v/ith  fcorn  ; 
Our  fouls  adore  th*  eternal  God, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born. 

CXXXVII.      Miracles  in  the  Life,  Death, 
and  ReJurre£fion  ofQhiiii, 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  blind  their  fight  receive! 
X)  Behold  the  dead  awake,  and  live  ! 

The  dumb  fpeak  wonders  !  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  heart  and  blefs  his  name  I 

2  Thus  doth  th*  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  feal  the  mifTion  of  the  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe. 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 

3  He  dies  !  the  heav'ns  in  m.ourning  flood  ^ 
He  rifes — and  appears  a  God  : 

Behold  the  Lord  afcending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die  ! 

4  Hence,  and  forever,  from  my  heart 
1  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart  ; 
And  to  thofe  hands  my  foul  refign, 
Which  bear  credentials  (o  divine. 

CXXXVHL      The  Power  of  the  Gofpel 
I   nPHIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 

jL     Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  \ 
Jehovah  here  refolves  to  fhew 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

-2  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find. 
To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind  ; 
This  fov 'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  can 
Reftore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

3  This  gofpel  bids  the  dead  levive  ; 


B.  II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.   215 

Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  ; 

Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloath'd  afrefh  ; 

And  hearts  of  ftone  are  turn'd  to  fleih. 

[4  Where  fatan  reign'd  in  (hades  of  night. 
The  gofpel  ilrikes  a  heav'nly  light ; 
Our  lulls  its  wond'rous  pow'r  controuls. 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls.] 

[5  Lions  and  beads,  of  favage  name, 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  Lamb  ; 
While  the  wide  world  efleems  it  ftrange. 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.] 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew  ; 
Let  fmners  gaze  and  hate  me  too  ^ 
The  word  which  faves  me,  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

CXXXIX.     ne  Example  of  Chn?L. 

1  li  yfY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
JLVJL  I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word : 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears. 
Drawn  out  in  living  chara6lers. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal-— 
Such  def 'rence  to  thy  Father's  will — 
Such  love,  and  meeknefs,  fo  divine, 

.  I  would  tranfcribe,  and  make  them  mine.  ' 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air,. 
Witnefs  the  fervor  of  thy  pray 'r  ; 

The  defart  thy  temptations  knew, 

Thy  confiid,  and  thy  vid'ry  too. 

4.  Be  thou  my  pattern — make  me  bear 

More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  (hall  own  my  name 

Among  the  foil' wers  of  the  Laiiib.         *     - 


214         HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

CXL.     Examples  of  Chrift  and  the  Saints, 

1  /^  I VE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rife 
\jy     Within  the  veil,  and  fee 

The  faints  above  hovir  great  their  joys — ^ 
How^  bright  their  glories  be  ? 

2  Once  they  w^ere  mourriing  here  below. 
And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wreftled  hard,  as  we  do  now. 
With  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  afk  them  whence  their  vi(5l'ry  came  ? 
They,  with  united  breath, 

Afcribe  their  conqueft  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Their  triumph,  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footfteps  v/hich  he  trod, 
(His  zeal  infpir'd  their  breaft) 

And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
.  PolTefs  the  promis'd  reft. 

5  Our  glor'ous  Leader  claims  our  praife. 
For  his  own  pattern  giv'n  ; 

While  the  long  cloud  of  witnefles 
Shew  the  fame  path  to  heav'n. 

CX LL     Faith  affijled  by  Senje. 

I  A  yJY  SaviourGoD,  my  fov'reign Prince, 

JlVX     Reigns  far  above  the  fkics ! 
But  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe. 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 

i  My  eyes  and  ears  ihall  blefs  his  name. 
They  read  and  hear  his  word  : 

My  touch  and  tafte  fhall  do  the  fame. 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptifmal  water  is  defign'd 
To  feal  his  cleanfmg  grace  ; 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS,    ais 

While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine^ 
He  gives  his  faints  a  place  : 

4.  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my  flefli  fo  clean  ; 
As  by  his  fpirit,  and  his  blood. 

He'll  wafh  my  foul  from  fm. 

5  Not  choiceft  meats,  or  nobleft  wines. 
So  much  my  heart  refrefh. 

As  when  my  faith  goes  throu^  the  figns, 
And  feeds  upon  his  fiefh. 

6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  ftoops  fo  low. 
To  give  his  word  a  feal  : 

But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  beftow. 
Exceeds  the  figures  ftill. 

C  X  L I L     Faith  in  C hrift  o//r  Sacrifice^ 

1  XJOT  all  the  blood  of  beafts 
XN      On  Jewifh  altars  ilain. 

Could  give  the  guilty  confcience  peace. 
Or  wafli  away  the  ftain. 

2  But  Chrift,  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  fins  away  ; 

A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While,  like  a  penitent,  I  (land, 
And  there  confefs  my  fin. 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
The  burdens  thou  didft  bear, 

When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree. 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 


ai6        HYMNS    and  B.  II. 

To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 
We  blefs  the  lamb  with  chearful  voice. 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 

CXLl  1 1 .     Fkfi  and  Spirit. 
iX  X  7HATdifF'rent  powers  of  grace  and  fia 
V  V       Attend  our  mortal  ftate  ?' 

1  hate  the  thoughts  which  work  within. 

And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan^  and  die. 
While  fin  and  fatan  reign  : 

Nor  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high. 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darknefs  ftruggles  with  the  light, 
'Till  perfe£l  day  arife  ; 

Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  flefh  and  fpirit  ftrive. 
And  vex,  and'break  my  peace  ; 

Eut  I  fhall  quit  this  mortal  life. 
And  fin  for  ever  ceafe. 

CXLI V.     The  Effufien  of  the  Spirit. 

1  f^  RE  AT  was  the  day ,  the  joy  was  great, 
VT  When  the  divine  difciples  met  ; 

Whiift  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  give,  and  povv'r  to  fave  \ 
Furnilh'd  their  tongues  with  wondrous  words 
Inftead  of  fhields,  and  fpeais,  and  fwords. 

o   Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  his  champ 'ons  forth, 
jrrom  eaft  to  weft,  from  fouth  to  north  ; 
«•  Go,  and  aflcrt  your  Saviour's  caufo,.; 


B.  11.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    217 

'*  Go,  fpread  the  mill'ry  of  his  crofs." 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war. 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are. 
To  make  our  ftubborn  paffions  bow. 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low  ! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude. 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdu'd  j 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 

And  hates  the  do6lrine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  fubdue— 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  fmg  the  vi6l'ries  of  his  v/ord. 

CXL  V.  Sight  thro'  a  Glajs,  and  Face  to  Face, 

1  T  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
A   Through  which  my  Lord  is  feen. 

And  long  to  m.eet  my  "Saviour's  face. 
Without  a  glafs  between. 

2  Oh,  that  the  happy  hour  was  come^' 
To  change  my  faith  to  fight' ! 

I  fhould  behold  my  Lord  at  home 
In  a  diviner  light. 

3  Hafte,  my  beloved,  and  remove 
Thefe  interpofmg  days  ; 

Then  fhall  my  paffions  all  be  love> 
And  all  my  pow'rs  be  praife. 

CXL  VL      The  Vanity  of  Creatures^ 

1  \ /fAN  has  a  foul  of  vail  defires, 
i-V-L  He  burns  within  with  reftlefs  fires  ! 

Toit  to  and  fro,  his  paffions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain,  on  earth,  we  hope  to  find 

T 


2i8  HYMNS    AND  B,  II. 

Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind  ! 
We  try  new  pleafures — but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirft,  and  torment  ftill. 
3  So,  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 
We  fhift  from  fide  to  fide  by  turns  ; 
And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain. 
To  change  the  place  but  keep  the  pain. 

4.  Great  God  !  fubdue  this  vicious  thirft. 
This  love  to  vanity  and  duft  ; 
Cure  this  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd. 
CXLVII.  The  Creation  of  the  IForldyGtn/u 

I  "  ^T^^  ^^^  ^^^  fpacious  world  arife,'* 

JL^      Said  the  Creator  Lord  : 
At  once  th'  obed'ent  earth  and  Ikies 
Rofe  at  his  fov'reign  word. 

[2  Dark  was  the  deep  ;  the  waters  lay 
Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land  ; 

He  caH!d  the  light — the  new-born  day     f 
Attends  on.his  command. 

3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  high  ;    1 
The  clouds  afcend,  and  bear 

A  wat'ry  treafure  to  the  iky,  -■ 

And  float  on  fofter  air. 

4  The  liquid  element  below, 
Was  gather'd  by  his  hand  ; 

The  rolling  feas  together  flow. 
And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants  (a  fiow'ry  birth) 
The  naked  globe  he  crown'd, 

E'er  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth. 
Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 


B.  IF.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    219 

6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  fkies  ; 
Behold  the  fun  appears  ; 

The  moon  and  ftars,  in  order  rife. 
To  mark  out  months  and  years. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th'  almighty  King 
Did  vital  beings  frame  ; 

The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing. 
And  fifh  of  ev'ry  name. 

8  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 
At  once  their  wond'rous  birth  : 

And  grazing  hearts,  of  var'ous  fortn 
Rofe  from  the  teeming  earth. 

9  Adam  was  fram'd  of  equal  clay, 
Tho'  fov'reign  of  the  reft, 

Defign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they  ; 
With  God's  own  image  blefl. 

10  Thus,  glor'ous  in  the  Maker's  eye. 
The  young  creation  ftood  ; 

He  faw  the  building  from  on  high, 
His  word  pronounc'd  it  good. 

11  l>ord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  ftands, 
Thy  praife  fhall  fill  my  tongue  : 

But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  fong. 

CXLVill .     God  reconciled  in  Chrift. 

1    T^EAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 

JLJ     My  Jefus,  and  my  God  ! 
^  Who  can  refift  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

%  *Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  fmiles  again  ; 

Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 


220         HYMNS    AND '         B.  IL 

The  fpirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  *TillGoD,  in  human  flelh,  I  feCj 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  ; 

The  holy,  juft,  and  facred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  ipy  mind. 

4  But  if  Imman'el's  face  appear^ 
My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 

His  name  forbids  my  flavifh  fear. 
His  grace  removes  my  fms. 

5  V/hile  Jews  on  their  own  law  rety. 
And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boall  ; 

I  love  th'  incarnate  myflery. 
And  there  I  fix  my  truft. 

C XLI X .     Honor  to  Magijlrates. 

1  1^'  TERN  AL  Sovereign  of  the  (ky, 
-£_^     And  lord  of  all  below, 

Wcj  mortals,  to  thy  Majefty 
Our  firll  obed'ence  owe. 

2  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupremc. 

And  blefs  thy  providence, 
For  magiftrates,  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

[3  The  rulers  of  thofe  dates  (hall  ftiine 

With  rays  above  the  reft. 
Where  laws. and  liberties  combine 
'  To  make  the  nation  blefs'd.] 

5   Kingdoms  on  firm' foundations  (land. 

While  virtue  finds  reward  ; 
And  finners  perifh  from  the  land. 
By  juHice,  and  the  fword. 

5  Let  Csefar's  due  be  ever  paid 
To  Cicfar  arxd  his  throne  \ 


B.II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS,   ati 

But  Confciences  and  fouls  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 

CL.     The  Decehfuhejs  of  Sin, 

1  QIN  has  a  thoufand  treach*rous  arts 
O     To  pradlice  on  the  mind  ; 

With  flatt'ring  looks  fhe  tempts  our  hearts^ 
But  leaves  a  fting  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  (he  deceives 
The  aged  and  the  young  ; 

And,  while  the  heedlefs  wretch  believes^ 
She  makes  his  fetters  ftrong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  fhe  brings. 
And  gives  a  fair  pretence  ; 

But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things^ 
And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe. 

4  So,  on  a  tree  divinely  fair^ 
Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 

Our  mother  took  the  poifon  there^ 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

CLI.      Prophecy  and  Injpiration* 

1  "^  I  ^WAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

X    The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  word^ 
His  fpirit  did  their  tongues  infpire, 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav*nly  fire, 

2  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wro't. 
Confirmed  the  meffages  they  brought  ; 
The  prophet* s  pen  fucceeds  his  breath. 

To  fave  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God,  mine  eyes  with  pleafure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  ; 

There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee,  -    , 

And  read  his  name  who  dy'd  for  v^^-%   -  - 
T  2 


a22  HYMNS    and        B,  IL 

4  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  loft,  and  vaniib  in  the  wind  j 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  fecure — 
This  is  my  word,  and  muft  endure. 

CLII.    Sin7iiandS'ion,Heb.  xii  ver.  i8.  ^c, 
%    l^TOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

Jl^      The  tempeft,  fire,  and  fmoke  ; 
Not  to  the  thander  of  that  word 

Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke. 
a  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill. 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will. 

And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th*  innumerable  hoft 
Of  angels  cloath'd  in  light  ! 

Behold  th'  fprrits  of  the  juft, 
Whofe  faith  is  turned  to  fight  I 

4  Behold  the  blefs'd  aflembly  there, 
Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  I 

And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vileft  fins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  faints,  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 
But  one  communion  make  ; 

All  join  in  Chrift,  their  living  Hjead, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  fuch  fociety  as  this 
My  weary  foul  would  refl : 

The  man  who  dwells  where  Jefus  is, 
Muft  be  for  ever  bleft. 

C  L I  n .     DiJiemper,foUyy  and  madnefs  ofjlru 
1    O  IN,  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
k3     Infeds  our  vital  blood  : 


1 


B.IJ.  SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     223 

The  only,  balm  is  fov^reign  grace. 
And  ihe  phyfician,  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled. 
And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 

But  Chrift,  the  Lord,  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madnefs,  by  nature,  reigns  within. 
The  paflions  burn  and  rage  : 

'Till  God's  ov/n  Son,  with  fkill  divine. 
The  inward  fire  affuage. 

[4  We  lick  the  dufl,  we  grafp  the  wind,    ' 

And  folid  good  defpife  : 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 

'Till  Jefus  makes  us  wife. 

5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel,. 

We  drink  the  poisonous  gall, 
And  rufh,  with  fury,  down  to  hell  ; 

But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall.] 

£6  The  man  poiTefs'd  among  the  tombs. 

Cuts  his  own  flelh  and  cries  : 
He  foams  and  raves,  'till  Jefus  comes. 

And  the  foul  fpirit  flies.} 

.CLIV.      Self-Righteoujnefs  injufficlent, 

[Lord, 

1  "'*  T  X  THere  are  the  mourners,  faith  the 

V  V     "  Who  wait  and  tremble  at  my 

*'  Who  walk  in  darknefs  all  the  day  ?  [word  ?■ 

**  Come,  make  my  name  your  truft  and  ftay. 

[2  **'No  works,  nor  duties,  of  your  own, 
•*  Can  for  the  fmalleft  (in  atone  ; 
**  The  robes  which  nature  may  provide, 
**  Will  not  your  leaft  pollution  hide. 

3   *'  The  fofteil  couch  which  nature  knows* 


224         HYMNS    AND  B.IU 

Can  give  the  confcience  no  repofe : 

•'  Look  to  my  right 'oufnefs,  and  live  ;  ^ 

**  Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 

4  **  Ye  fons  of  pride,  who  kindle  coals      T 
**  With  your  own  hands  to  warm  youj  fouls> 
**  Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire,      ■    ^. 
*'  Enjoy  the  fparks  which  you  defire. 

5  **  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands  ; 
•*  Hell  waits  you  v/ith  her  iron  bands  ; 
**  Ye  (hall  lie  down  in  forrow  there, 

**  In  death,  in  darknefs,  and  defpair.'* 

CLV.     Chri/i  our  Paffover, '  ,A 

1  T    O,  the  deftroying  angel  flies 
A^     To  Pharaoh's  ftubborn  land  J 

The  pride  and  ilow'r  of  Egypt  die» 
By  his  vindiftive  hand. 

2  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er. 
Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine  ^ 

He  faw  the  bloody  on  ev'ry  door. 
And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  muft  bleed. 
To  break  the  Egyptian  yoke  ;  ;    , 

Thus  Ifr'el  is  from  bondage  freed, 
And  'fcapes  the  angel's  ftroke. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  to© 
With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine; 

Juftice  no  longer  would  purfue 
This  guilty  foul  of  mine. 

5  Jefus,  our  paflbver,  was  (lain, 
A.nd  has  at  once  procured 

Freedom  from  fatan's  heavy  chain. 
And  God's  avenging  fword. 


f- 


Ih  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     2t^ 


CLVL     Prefumption  and  Defpair, 

c    T  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 
X     I  hate  his  flat t 'ring  breath  ; 

The  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms, 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 

i  He  feeds,  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams^ 

Or  kills  with  llaviih  fear  ; 
And  holds  us  flill  in  wide  extremes^ 

Prefumption,  or  defpair. 

3  Now  he  perfuades,  how  eafy  'tiy 

To  walk  the  road  toheav'n  ; 
Anon  he  fwelis  our  fins,  and  cries 

They  cannot  be  forgiv'n. 

[4  He  bids  young  fmners  yet  forbear 

To  think  of  God,  or  death ; 
**  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 

*'  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged  they  muft  ^ir^ 
"  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray  ; 

*'  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
*'  For  they  have  loft  their  day." 

6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throRe 
By  mifchief  and  deceit  ; 

And  drags  the  fons  of  Adani  down 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  (hort  his  pow'r. 
Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell ; 

And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more. 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

CLVII.      The  fame. 

I   ^TOW  fatan  comes  with  dreadful  roar* 
X\      And  threatens  to  deftroy  j 


2^6  HYMNS    AND         B/Itr 

He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour. 
With  a  malicious  joy. 

2  Ye  fons  of  God,  oppbfe  his  rage, 
Refift,  and  he'll  be  gone  ; 

Thus  did  our  deareft  Lord  engage 
And  vanquilh  him  alone. 

3  Now  he  appears  almoft  divine, 
Like  innocence  and  love  ; 

But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within. 
When  he  arfumes  the  dove. 

4  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue. 
Ye  Tons  of  Adam,  fiy  ; 

Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  ftrong. 
Nor  Ihould  the  children  try* 

CLVIII.  Few  Javed:  Or.  The  almoft 
Chryfiany  the  Hypocrite,  and  the  Apofiate. 

1 13  Road  is  the  road  which  leads  to  death, 
A3  And  thoufands  walk  together  there  j 

But  vvifdom  {hews  a  natr'wer  path, 

With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

a  *'  Deny  thyfdf,  and  take  thy  crofs," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ! 
Nar*re  muft  count  her  gold  but  drofs, 
If  (he  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 

3  The  fearful  foul,  who  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
Is  but  efteem'd  ahnoji  a  faint, 
And  makes  his  own  deftrudion  fure. 
4-  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
This  hypocrites  did  ne'er  attain. 
And  falfe  Apoftates  never  knew. 


B.,1I>'    SPIRITUAL  SONGS,   aaj 

CLIX.     -Unconverted  State :  Ot ,  Converting 
Grace, 

I   /^  REAT  King  of  glory,  and  of  grace ! 

VX     We  own,  with  humble  fhame, 
How  vile  is  our  dcgen'rate  race, 

And  our  firft  Father's  name  ! 

a  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood. 

The  poifon  reigns  within  ; 
Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's  good, 

And  willing  flaves  to  fin. 

[3  Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 

And  then  rejeft  thy  grace  ; 
Engag- d  in  the  old  ferpent's  caufe, 

Againft  our  Maker's  face.] 

4  We  live  eftrang'd  afar  from  GoD, 
And  love  the  dillance  well ; 

V/ith  hafte  we  run  the  dang'rous  road. 
Which  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

5  And  can  fuch  rebels  be  reftor'd  ? 
Such  nature's  made  divine  ? 

Let  fmners  fee  thy  glory,  Lord, 

And  feel  the  pow'r  of  thine. 
6'  We  raife  our  Father's  name  on  high,  , 

Who  his  own  fpirit  fends 
To  bring  rebell'ous  ftrangers  nighj 

And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

CLX.     Cujiom  in  Sin. 
I    T    ET  thb  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 

I  J  Put  off  the  fpots  which  nature  gives; 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives, 

n,  As  well  might  Ethiopian  flaves 


228  HYMNS     AND  B.  II. 

Wafli  out  the  darknefs  of  their  fkin  ; 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves, 
As  old  tranfgreffors  ceafe  to  fin. 

3  \yhere  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  leaft  controul  ^ 
None  but  a  pow^'r  divinely  ftrong 

Can  turn  the  current  of  the  foul. 

4  Great  God  !  I  ow^n  thy  Tpow'r  divine, 
Which  foon  can  change  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
I  would  be  form'd  anew,  and  blefs 

The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 

CLXI.      Chrijiian  Virtues, 

1  C  TRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait, 
O     Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  \ 

'Tis  but  a  few  who  find  the  gate. 
While  crowds  miftake,  and  die. 

2  Beloved /^^mu ft  be  deny'd. 
The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 

PafTion  fupprefs'd,  and  patience  try'd. 
And  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 

[3  Fie (h  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Flefh  muft  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd. 

Left  they  deftroy  our  fouls.] 

4  The  love-of  Gold  be  banifli'd  hence, 
(That  vile  idolatry) 

And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fenfe 
In  fweet  fubje«5lion  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  moft  unruly  pow*r, 
Requires  a  ftrong  reftraint  : 

We  muft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 
And  pray,  but  never  faint. 


B.H/    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    229 

6  Lord !  can  a  feeble,  belplefs  worm, 

Fulfil  a  talk  fo  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  muft  all  thy  work  perform. 

And  give  the  free  reward. 

CLXII.       Meditation  of  Heaven. 
I X  ^  Y  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  {kies, 

jLVA.     And  look  within  the  veil  ; 
There  fprings  of  endlefs  pleafure  rife, 
Whofe  waters  never  fail. 

2  There  I  behold,  with  fweet  delight. 
The  blefled  Three  in  One  ; 

And  ftrong  afFedlions  fix  my  fight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promife  (lands  for  ever  firm, 
His  grace  Ihall  ne'er  depart  ; 

He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  which  nature  brings, 
How  fhort  our  forrows  are. 

When,  with  eternal,  future  things, 
The  prefent  we  compare. 

5  I  would  not  be  a  (Iranger  flill 
To  that  cseleft'al  place, 

Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwell 

Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 
C  L X I  n .     Complaint  cf  deferfion  and  temp^ 

tations. 
\  T^EAR  Lord !  behold  our  fore  diflrefs; 

XJ     Our  fins  attempt  to  reign  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conqu'ring  grace. 

And  let  thy  foes  be  flain. 
2  The  Lion,  with  his  dreadf^il  roar, 
AiFrights  thy  feebler  (heep  ; 


23® 


H  Y  M  N  S    AND  B.  IL 


Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  powV, 
And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

3  Muft  we  indulge  a  long  defpair  ? 
Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 

Our  mournings  never  reach  mine  ear  ? 
Nor  tears  afFecfl  thine  eye  ? 

4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal's  groan, 
Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 

An  advocate,  fo  near  the  throne. 
Pleads  and  prevails  w^ith  God. 

5  He  bought  the  Spirit's  pow'rful  fword. 
To  flay  our  deadly  foes  :  ' 

Our  fins  fhall  die  beneath  thy  word. 
And  hell  in  vain   oppofe. 

6  How  boundlefs  is  our  Father's  grace. 
In  heighth.  and  depth,  and  length  I 

He  made  his  Son  our  right'oufnefs. 
His  Spirit  is  our  ftrength. 

CLXIV.     The  End  of  the  mrld, 

1  T  75  7  KY  fliould  this  earth  delight  us  fo? 

V  V       Why  (hould  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  forrov^^s  grow. 
And  ev'ry  pleafure  dies. 

2  While  time  his  (harpeft  teeth  prepares 
Our  comforts  to  devour  \ 

There  is  a  land  above  the  ftars. 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

3  NaiT.re  fi-all  be  diffolv'd  and  die— 
Xhe  fun  mufl  end  his  race  : 

The  earth  and  fea  for  ever  fly, 
Eefore  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  Vv  l.en  wiUjthat  glor'cus  morning  rife  ? 


B.  IL  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    23s 

When  the  laft  trumpet  found  I 

And  call  the  nations  to, the  Ikies, 

From  underneath  the  ground  ? 

CLXV,     U?ifrultfulnefsi  Ignorance,  and  un^ 
fanSfified  Affe6iions. 

E   T    ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found, 
X^     Of  thy  Salvation ,  Lord  ; 

But  ftill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found. 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place. 

And  hear  almoft  in  vain  : 
How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 

My  mem'ry  can  retain  ! 
[3  My  dear  Almighty  and  my  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod. 

And  bleHings  of  ttiy  throne  f 

4  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 
How  negligent  my  fear  ! 

Hov/  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  I 
How  fev/  aifeflions  there  :] 

5  Great  God  !  thy  fov 'reign  pow'r  impart ^ 
To  give  thy  v/ord  fuccefs  \ 

Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 

And  make  me  learn  thy  grace, 
.6  Shev7  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  know) edge  grows  without  decay. 

And  love  fhall  never  die. 

CLXVL      The  Divine  PerfeBions, 

^    T-JOW  fhall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God, 
AJL'    That  infinite  Unknown  ? 


232         HYMNS    AND  B.n 

Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode. 

Or  venture  near  his  throne  ? 

* 

[2  The  great  Invifible  !  He  dwells 

Conceal'd  in  dazzl'ing  light ; 
But  his  all-fearching  eye  reveals 

The  fecrets  of  the  night. 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes  which  never  deep. 

Survey  the  world  around  : 
His  v/ifdcm  is  a  boundlefs  deep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.] 

[4  Speak  we  of  (Irength  ?  His  arm  is  ftrong. 

To  fave  or  to  deftroy  ; 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 

And  endlefs  is  his  joy.] 
[5  He  knows  no  fhadow  of  a  change. 

Nor  alters  his  decrees  ; 
Firm  as  a  rotk  his  truth  remains. 

To  guard  his  promifes.] 

6  Sinners  before  his  prefence  die  ; 
How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 
Burn  like  devouring  flame. 

7  Jallice,  upon  a  dreadful  throne, 
[Vlaintains  the  rights  of  God  ; 

V/hile  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down. 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

8  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King, 
Speak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 

Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  fing 
The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

C  LX  V  n .      rhe  Divine  Perfealons, 
I  /^ReatGod!  thy  glories  iliall  employ 
\J  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy  I 


B.If.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    233 

My  lips,  in  fongs  of  honor,  bring 

Their  tribute  to  th*  etefnal  King. 

[2  Earth  and  the  ftars,  and  worlds  unl^nown, 

Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  ; 

All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word. 

And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord. 

3  His  fovVeign  pow'r  what  mortal  knows  ? 
If  he  command  who  dare  oppofe  ? 

With  ftrength  he  girds  himfeif  around. 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 

4  Who  fhall  pretend  to  teach  him  fkill  ? 
Or  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will  f 

His  wifdom,  like  a  fea  divine, 
Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line^ 

5  His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jealoufy  ; 

He  hates  the  fons  of  pride— and  flieds 
His  fiery  vengeance  on  their  heads. 

6  The  beamings  of  his  piercing  fight. 
Bring  dark  hypocrify  to  light  ; 
Death  and  deftru(5lion  naked  lie. 
And  hell  uncover 'd  to  his  eye. 

7  Th'  eternal  law  befor?  him  Rands  , 
His  juftice,  with  impartial  hands. 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 

■Or  by  the  fceptre,  or  the  fword. 

8  His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea^ 
Waihes  our  loads  of  guilt  away  ; 
While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy.'d, 
T'  engage  his  juftice  oh  our  fide. 

9  Each  of  his  words  demand  my  faith,, 
My  foul  can  reft  on  ail  he  faith  j. 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps 


234  HYMNS   AND         B.  IL 

The  largeft  promife  of  his  lips.] 

lo  Oh,  tell  me,  with  a  gentle  voice. 
Thou  art  my  God — and  I'll  rejoice  I 
Fill'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 
The  brighteft  honors  of  thy  name. 

CLXVIII.     Thefame. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high— 
^ J    His  robes  are  light  and  majefty  ; 

His  glory  (hines  with  beams  fo  bright, 
No,  mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe. 
His  juftice  guards  his  holy  law  ; 
His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promife  feal  the  grace. 

3  Thro'  all  his  works  his  wifdom  (bines, 
And  baffles  fatan's  deep  defigns  ; 

His  pow'r  is  fov'reign  to  fulfil 
The  nobleft  counfels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glor'ous  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  Father,  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  fongs  with  angels  join — 
Heav'n  is  fecure,  if  God  be  mine. 

CLXIX.     The  fame. 

I  'THHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
jL     His  throne  is  built  on  high  ! 
The  garments  he  alTumes, 
Are  lis^ht  and  majefty  \ 
His  glories  fhine 
With  beams  fo  bright. 
No  mortal  eye 
Can  bear  the  fight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    235 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  juftice  (land 
To  guard  his  holy  law  : 

And  where  his  love 

Refolves  to  blefs. 

His  truth  confirms 

And  feals  the  grace. 
3  Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Surprifing  wifdom  (hines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  defigns  t 

Strong  is  his  arm, 

And  fhall  fulfil 

His  great  decrees. 

His  fov'reign  will, 

4.  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condefcend? 
And  will  he  write  his  name 
My  Father  and  my  friend  ? 

I  love  his  name, 

1  love  his  word  ; 

Join  all  my  pow'rs 

And  praife  the  Lord. 

C  LXX »  Go  D  incomprehenjible  and  Sovereign^ 

[i    /^AN  creature?  to  perfection  find 

\u^  Th'  eternal  uncreated  mind  ^ 
Or  can  the  largeft  (Iretch  of  thought 
Meafure  and  fearch  his  nature  out  ? 

2  'Tis  high  as  heay'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell;, 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell } 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky. 
And  all  the  fhining  worlds  on  high. 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife 


236  HYMNS    AND       B.  11. 

Born  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
Through  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 
And  fmells  and  fnuffs  the  empty  wind.] 

4  God  is  a  King  of  pow'r  unknown. 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne : 
If  he  refolve  who  dare  oppofe, 
Or  afk  him  why  or  what  he  does  ? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole 
He  calms  the  temp  eft  of  the  foul  : 
When  he  (huts  up  in  long  defpair,  ■■■^ 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  ? 

6  He  frowns,  and  darknefs  vales  the  moon, 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon : 
The  pillars  of  heav'n's  llarry  roof 
Tremble  and  ftart  at  his  reproof. 

7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm  ; 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath. 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 

8  Thefe  are  a  portion  ot  his  ways  ; 
But  v»  ho  fiiall  dare  defcribe  his  face  I 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  ftand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand. 

End  of  the  Second  Book^ 


*. 


BOOK         III. 

Prepared  for  the  holy  Ordinance  af  the 
LORD'S    SUPPER, 

I.  The  Lord's  Supper  injlifti fed,  i  Cor.  xi,  23. 

1  'HHWas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

jL    When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arofe 
Againft  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began. 

He  took  the  bread  and  blefs'd  and  brake  : 
What  love  through  all  his  aflions  ran  ! 
What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  fpake  : 

3  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  fm. 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ; 

Then  took  the  cup,  and  blefs'd  the  wine  ; 
'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my.  blood. 

[4  For  us  his  flefh  with  nails  was  torn. 
He  bore  the  fcourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  ; 
And  juftice  pour'd  upon  his  head 
Its  heavy  vengeance,  in  our  (lead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpilt. 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt  ; 
When,  for  black  crimes  of  biggeft  fize. 
He  gave  his  foul  a  facrifice. 

6  "Do  this  (he  cry'd)  till  time  (hall  end, 
*'  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend  ; 

"  Meet  at  my  tab^e,  and  record 

**  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord," 

[7  Jefus,  thy  feall  we  celebrate^ 


^1%         HYMNS    AND         B.  III. 

We  (hew  thy  death,  we  fing  thy  ^ame» 
'Till  thou  return,  and  we  fhall  eat 
The  marriage  fupper  of  the  Lamb.] 

II.  Communion  with  Chrift  and  with  Saint:, 
I  Cor.  X.  1 6,  17. 

[i     TESUS  invites  his  faints 

J     To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardon 'd  rebels  fir  and  hold 
Communion  with  the  Lord, 
a  For  food  he  gives  his  flefli^ 
He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  : 
Amazing  fuvor  !  matchlefs  grace. 
Of  our  defcending  God  1] 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine. 
Maintains  our  fainting  breath. 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'reft  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 
Chrift  and  his  members  one  f 

We  the  young  children  cf  his  love. 
And  he  the  iiiit-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 
Of  the  fame  broken  bread. 

One  body,  with  its  fev'ral  limbs. 
But  Jefus  is  the  Head. 

6  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd 
His  glor'ous  name  to  raife  : 

Pleafure  and  love  fill  ey'ry  mind, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praife. 

111.     The  New  Covcn<int fealed, 
1  "  'THHE  promife  of  my  Father's  love 
Jl      ♦•  Skall  ihnd  forever  good  :" 


B.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  2^39 

He  faid — and  gave  his  foul  to  death. 
And  feal'd  the  grace  with  blood. 

a  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 
I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 

I  feal  th'  engagement  with  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light, and  ftrength.and  par^'ning  grace^ 

And  glory  fhall  be  mine  ; 
My  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  flefli, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

4  1  call  that  legacy  my  own. 
Which  Jefus  did  bequeath  ; 

Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratify 'd  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name 
Who  blefs'd  us  in  his  will. 

And  to  his  teftament  of  love 
Made  his  own  life  the  feaL 

JV.     Chnd's  i/ying  Love,       . 
I   T  T  O  W  condefcending,  and  how  kind 

JlJL     Was  God's  eternal  Son  \ 
Our  mis'ry  reach 'd  his  heav'nly  mind. 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 
[2  When  juftice,  by  our  fins  provok'd, 

'  Drew  forth  its  dreadful  fword. 
He  ^ave  his  foul  up  to  the  ftroke. 
Without  a  murm'ring  word,  j 

3  He  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 
To  raife  us  to  his  throne  : 

There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  beftows. 
But  coft  his  heart  a  groan. 

4  This  was  companion  like  a  God, 
Th  at  when  the  Saviour  knew 


140         HYMNS     AND         B.  III. 

The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood. 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high. 

His  love  is  ftill  as  great  : 
Well  he  lemeiTibers  Calvary, 

Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 

[6  Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 

As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd  ; 
And  fee  the  forrows  of  his  foul 

Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide.] 
[7  Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 

Of  Jefus'  dying  love  : 
Hard  is  the  wretch  who  never  feels 

One  foft  affedion  move.] 

8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt. 

Mourn  that  we  pierc*d  the  Lord. 
V.  Chrift  the  Bread  of  Life,  Jo.  vi.  31 ,  35,39. 
I    T    ET  us  adore  th*  Eternal  Word, 

jLi     *Tis  He  our  fouls  has  fed  : 
Thou  art  our  living  ftream,  O  Lord, 

And  thou  th'  immortal  bread. 

[2  The  manna  came  from  lower  fkies 

But  Jefus  from  above  ; 
Where  the  frefli  fprings  of  pleafure  rife, 

And  rivers  flow  with  love. 

3  The  Jews,  the  father's  dy'd  at  Jaft, 
Who  eat  that  heav'nly  bread  ; 

But  thefe  provifioiis  which  we  talte. 
Can  raife  i\s  from  the  dead. 

4  BlefsM  be  the  Lord,  who  gives  his  flelh 
To  nouri(h  dying  men  ; 


B.III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS»  241 

And  often  fpreads  his  table  frefh. 
Left  we  fliould  faint  again, 

5  Our  fouls  fhall  draw  their  heavenly  breath 

Whilft  Jefus  finds  fupplies  ; 
Kor  fhall  our  graces  fink  to  death. 

For  Jefus  never  dies. 

1^6  Daily  our  mortal  iiefh  decays, 
But  Chrift,  our  life,  fhall  conie  ; 

His  unrefifted  pow*r  fhall  raife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 

VI .     The  Memorial  of  our  abfeni  Lord,  Johja 
xvi.  16;  Luke  xxii.  19.  John  xiv.  3. 

1    TESUS  is  gone  above  the  fkies, 

J    Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not ; 

And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes. 

To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

0,  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we  have. 

Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 

And,  to  refrefli  our  minds,  he  gave 

Thefe  kind  ^emor'als  of  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
With  his  own  flefh  and  dying  blood. 
We  on  the  rich  provifion  feed, 

-  And  tafte  the  wine,  and  blefs  our  GOD. 

4  Let  fmful  fweets  be  all  forgot. 
And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  ef^eem  ; 
Chriit  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought. 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix  d  on  him. 

5  WhiHl  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 
•Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place  ; , 
That  we  may  live  in  heavenly  light, 
And  dwell  for  ever  near  his,  face. 

W 


242         HYMNS    AND       •  B.  III. 

[6  Onr  eyes  look  upwards  to  the  hills 
Whence  our  returning  Lord  fhail  come  ; 
We  wait  tliy  char'ots  awful  wheels, 
To  fetch  our  longing  fpirits  home.] 

VII.    Crucifixion  to  the  IVorld,  by  the  Crop  ef 

ChrJfl.Gal.  vi.  14. 
iTTTHEN  i  furvey  the  wond'rous  crofs 
VV     On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  dy'd. 
My  richeft  gain  1  count. but  lofs 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it.^'Lord,  that  1  fhould  boaft. 
Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift,  my  Got)  : 

All  the  vain  things  which  ch^rm  me  mofl,  > 
I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  xhis  feet. 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  I 
Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown  ^ 

[4  His  dying  crinifon^  like  a  robe. 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe. 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. J 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine. 
That  v»ere"a  prefent  far  too  fmall  : 
Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all. 

VIII.      The  Tree  of  Life,  ^ 
[i   /^OME,  let  us  join  a  joytul  tune 

V^     To  our  exalted  Lord — 
Ye  faints  on  high,  around  his  throne, 

And  we  around  his  board. 
2  Wbii^e  once,  '.:pon  this  lower  ground. 
Weary  and  faint  ye  ftood. 


B.  IIL    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  243 

What  dear  refrefhment  here  ye  found 
From  this  immortal  food  ! 

3  The  trefe  of  life,  which  near  the  throns 

In  heaven's  high  garden  grows, 
')L£i^n  with  grace,  bends  gently  down 

Its  ever  fmiling  boughs. 
y4  Hov^'ring  among  the  leaves,  there  (lands 

The  fweet  cseleiV'a]  Dove, 
And  Jefus  on. the  branches  hangs 

The  banner  of  his  love.] 

[5  'Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  ftrange  delight 

While  in  his  feade  we  fit  : 
His  fruit  is  pleafmg  to  the  fight. 

And  to  the  tafle  as  fweet. 

6  New  life  it  fpreads  through  dying  hearts. 
And  chears  the  drooping  mind  ; 

Vigor  and  joy  the  juice  imparts. 
Without  a  fting  behind.] 

*j  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  ftand. 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  ; 
There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 

Which  bears  fa ch  fruit  as  thefe. 

8  Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore 
Whofe  wond"rous  hand  has  made 

This  liviag  branch  of  fov'reign  pow'r 
To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 

IX.      The  Spirit y  the  Water ,   and  the  Blood, 

I  John  V   6. 
'  [i    T    ET  ail  our  tongues  be  one, 

wL-i     To  praife  our  God  on  high^, 
Who  from  his  bofom  fent  his  Son 
To  fetch  us  ftrangers  nigh. 
2  Nor  let-our  voices  ceafe 


244         H  Y  M  N  S    AND        B.  III. 

To  fmg  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
Jefus,  th'  Ambaffador  of  peace, 

How  chearfuliy  he  came  !* 
3  It  coil  him  cries  and  tears 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 

To  make  the  payment  good. J 

[4  My  Saviour's  pierced  fide 
Pour'd  out  a  double  flood 
By  water  we  are  purify "d, 

And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 

But  He,  our  Prieft,  atones  ; 
On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpilt. 
And  oiFtr'd  with  his  groans.  J 

6  Look  up,  my  foul,  to  him 
Whofe  death  v/as  thy  defert. 

And  humbly  view  the  living  ftream 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 
^  There  on  the  curfed  tree. 
In  dying  pangs  he  lies. 

Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree. 
And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 

8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
By  water  and  by  blood  : 

And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame, 
We  feel  his  witnefs  good. 

9  While  the  eternal  Three 

Bear  their  record  above,  * 

Then  I  believe  he  dy'd  for  me, 

And  feal  my  Saviour's  love. 
^  [10  Lord  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin, 

Nor  let  thy  grace  depart  j 


S>I|In  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    245 

Great  Comforter  !  abide  within. 
And  witnefs  to  my  heart. . 

Xo  Chrifl  Crucifiyd  ;  the  fVifdom  and  Power 
.    of  God. 

1  I^TATURE  with  open  volume  ftands, 
jL\  To  fpread  her  maker's  praife  abroad ; 

And  ev'ry  labor  of  his  hands 

Shews  fomething  worthy  of  a  God  : 

2  But  in  jthe  grace  which  refcu'd  man. 
His  brighteft  form  of  glory  fhines  ; 
Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  faired  drawn 
In  precious  blgod,  and  crimfon  lines. 

[-?   Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete  ; 
Nor  wit  can  guefs,  nor  reafon  prove. 
Which'  of  the  letters  beft  is  writ. 
The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love.] 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart. 
Where  grace  and  vengeance  ftrangely  join  ; 
Piercing  his  Son  with  fharpeft  fmart, 

To  niake  the  puchas'd  pleafures  mine. 

5  Oh  !  the  fvveet  wonders  of  that  crofs. 
Where  God,  the  Saviour,  liv'd  and  dy'd  ! 
Her  nobleft  life  my  fpirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding  fide. 

6  I  would  for  ever  fpeak  his  name 
In  founds  >to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 
W^ith  angels  join  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worlliip  at  his  Father's  throne. 

XI.      Pardon  brought  to  our  Senfes. 
2    T    ORD,  hov/  divine  thy  comforts  are  } 

I  J     Hov/  heav'nly  i^  the  place. 
Where  TefXis  fpreads  the  facred  feafi. 
W2. 


U^  HYMNS    AND         B.  311 

Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 

2  Here  the  rich  bounties  of  our  GoD, 
And  fweetefl  glories  fhine  ; 

Here  Jefus  fays,  that  I  am  his. 
And  .my  beloved's  mine. 

3  Here,  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lcrd^ 
And  fhews  his  wounded  fide) 

"  See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 
**  Which  open'd  when  1  dy'd!" 

[4  He  fmiles,  he  chears  my  mournful  heart? 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
'*  All  this,  fays  he,  I  bore  for  thee,'* 

And  then  he  fmiles  again.] 

5  What  fhall  we  pay  our  heav'uly  King, 

For  grace  fo  vaft  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes. 

And  feals  it  with  a  kifs. 
[6  Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  tbefe  ' 

Be  founded  all  abroad  ; 
Such  favors  are  beyond  degrees. 

And  worthy  of  a  God.] 

7  To  him  who  w^afh'd  us  in  his  blood 

Be  everlafting  praife  ; 
Salvation,  honor,  glory,  pow'r. 

Eternal  as  his  days. 

XII.— r^^  GoJplFeaft,  Luke  xiv.  16,  ^c, 

[i    T  TOW  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord  • 
XX     Thy  table  furniib'd  from  above  * 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board. 

The  cup  overflows  with  heav'nly  love, 
1  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
Wert  hrlt  invited  to  the  fe^ii  y. 


B;II1.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     247 

We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe, 
And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tafte. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame  • 

And  help  was  far,  and  death  wa^  nigh  ! 

But  at  the  gofpei-call,  we  came. 

And  ev*fy  want  received  fupply. 

4.  From  the  high-way  which  leads  to  hellp 

From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair. 

Lord,  we  are  come  with  th'ee  to  dwell. 

Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prefence  here.] 

[5  What  fhall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 

Who  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode. 

And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down,    , 

To  bring  us  wanderers  back  to  God  ! 

6  It  coll  him  death  to  fave  our  lives  ; 
To  buy  our  fouls,  it  cod  his  own  ; 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown, 

7  Our  everlafting  love  is  due 

To  him  who  ranfom'd  fmners  loft  ; 
And  pity*d  rebels  when  he  knew 
The  vaft  expence,  his  love  would  coft.] 

XIII.   Divine  Love  mnhing  a  Feafi-^  and  calling 
in  the  Guejisy  Luke  xiv.  17,  22,  23. 

1  T  TOW  fweef  and  awful  is  the  place,.. 
X~l  ^«With  Chrift  within  the  doors^ 

While, dyerlafting  love  difplays 
The  <^oiceft  of  her  {lores  ! 

2  Here  ev^ry  bowel  of  our  God- 
With  foft  compaffion  rolls  ; 

Here  peace  and  pardon  bought  with  bloodj, 

Is  food  for  dying'fouls. 
£3  While  all  out  hearts  and  all  out  fongs- 


i 


24a         HYMNS    AND         B.  Ill 

Join  to  admire  the  feaft, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
**  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueft  ^ 

4  **  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
"  And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 

*'  When  thoufands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
**  And  rather  ftarve  than  come  V* 

5  'Twas  the  fame  love  which  fpread  the  feaft. 
That  fweetly  forc'd  us  in  ; 

Elfe  w^e  had  ftill  refus'd  to  tafte,, 
And  perifh'd  in  our  fm. 

[6  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God, 

Conftrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  vidlor'ous  word  abroad. 

And  bring  the  ftrangers  home. 

7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full. 

That  all  the  chofen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  one  heart,  one  foul,. 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 

XIV.   The  Song  <?/" Simeon,  Luke  ii.  aS^jfos:;^ 

a  Sight  of  Chnd  makes  Death  ,eajy, 
ll^Tow  have  our  hearts  embraced  our  GoDj^ 
J_^    We  would  foyget  all  earthly  charms. 
And  wifb  to  die,  as  Simeon  would 
With  his  young  S^iviour  in  his  arms. 

2  Our  lips  ihould  learn  that  joyful  fong. 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his  \ 

"  Our  fouls  ftill  waiting  to  be  gone,^ 
**  And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  *'  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
"•  And  view'd  falvation  with  our  eyes, 

"'  Taued  and  felt  the  living  word, 

*•  The  bicad  dtfcending  from  the  {1^^??*, 


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4  **  Thou  haft  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 
"  Haft  fet  his  blood  before  our  face  ; 

* '  To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
**  And  (hew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  "  He  is  our  light,  our  morning  ftar 
•*  Shall  fhine  on  rxations  ve^  unknowil  ; 
*'  The  glory  of  thine  Ifr'el  here. 
*VAad  joy  of  fpirits  fiear  the  throne." 

XV.'  Our  Lord  ]tius  at  his.  own  TahJe, 

1  'T^HE  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lo^d 

X       Awakes  a  thankful  tongue  : 
How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board. 
And  blefs"d  the  food  and  fung. 

2  Happy  the  men  who  eat  his  breads 
But  doubly  blefs'd  was  he 

Who  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
And  lean 'd  it.  Lord,  on  Thee. 

3  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafte 
As  that  great  fav'rite  did> 

And  fit  and  lean  on  Jefus'  breaft, 
And  take  the  heav'nly  bread. 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  ikies  ; 
Hither  the  King  defcends  ! 

**  Come,  my  beloved,  eat  (he  cries) 
**  And  drink  falvation,  friends. 

[5  **  My  flefti  is  food  and  phyfic  too, 

**  A  balm  for  ^11  your  pains  : 
"  And  the  red  ftreams  of  pardon  flow 

•*  From  thefe  my  pierced  veins," 

6  Hofanna  to  his  bount'ous  love. 
For  fuch  a  feaft  below  ! 

And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
With  nobler  blefBngs  too. 


^5o  HYMNS    AND  B.IIt,, 

^  Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glor'ous  hour. 
Which  brings  our  fouls  to  reft  I  ,  j 

Then  we  Ihall  need  thefe  types  no  more. 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feajft. 

X  V L     The  Agonies  of  Chri ft. 

1  TVyO^  1^^  o"^  pains  be  ail  forgot,  ,: 
Jl^      Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 

Our  fufF'rings  are  not  worth  a  thought,  \ 
When,  Lordj  compar'd  with  thine. 

2  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 
The  bleeding  Prince  of  love  ; 

Each  of  us  hope,  he  dy'd  for  me. 
And  then  our  griefs  remove. 

[3  Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rife, 
While  fitting  round  his  board  ; 

And  back  to  Calvary  (he  flies, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul,  what  agonies  it  felt 
When  his  own  God  withdrew  ; 

And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 

5  But  the  divi-nity  within 
Supported  him  to  bear  ; 

Dying,  he  cpnquer'd  hell  and  fin, 
A.nd  made  his  triumph  there. 

6  Grace,  wifdom,  juftice,  join'd  and  wrought 

The  wonders  of  that  day  : 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Our  hymns  fhould  found  like  thofe  above, 
Could  we  our  voices  raife  ; 

Yet,  Lord,  pur  hearts  fliall  all  be  love, 
And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 


B.III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  2$t 

XVII.     The  Flf/h  and  Blood  ^/Chrift, 
[*  '\A7^  fing  th'  amazing  deeds 

V  V     Which  grace  divine  performs 
Th'  eternal  God  comes  down  and  bleeds 
To  nourifli  dying  worms, 

%  This  foul-reviving  wine, 
Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood  ; 
"^e  thank  that  facred  fiefh  of  thine, 
For  this  immortal  food. 

3  The  banquet  which  we  eat 
Is  made  of  heav'nly  things  ; 

Earth  hath  no  dainties  half  fo  fweet 
As  our  Redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 
And  fearch'd  his  garden  round. 

For  there  was  no  fuch  bleffed  fruit 
In  all  the  happy  ground, 

5  Th'  angelic  hoft  above 
Can  never  tafte  this  food  ; 

They  feaft  upon  their  Maker's  lovCp 
But  not  a  Saviour's  blood, 

6  Onus  th' almighty  Lord 
Beftows  this  matchlefs  grace  ; 

And  meets  us  with  fome  cheerfng  wordj 
With  pleafure  in  his  face, 

7  Come,  all  ye  drooping  faints  ; 
And  banquet  with  the  King;  ; 

This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  cctr^plaint: 
And  tune,  your  voice  to  fmg. 

8  Salvation  to  the  name 
Of  our  adored  Chrid  ; 

Through  the  wide  earth  hi<?  grac^  p:-:?cliir. 
His  glor}^  in  the  highTt. 


XVIII.     Me  fame. 

1  TESUS!  webowibefore  thyfe^t ! 
I   Thy  table  is  divinely  ftor'd  1 

Thy  facred  flefh  our  fouls  have  eat, 
«Tis  living  bread — we  thank  thee,  Lord  ! 

2  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood* ; 
We  thank  thee,  Lord,  'tis  gen'rous  wine. 
Mingled  with  love,  the  fountain  flow'd 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  ot  thine. 

3  On  earth  is  no  fueh  fweetnefs  found. 
For  the  Lamb's  flefh  is  heav'nly  food  j 
In  vain  we  fearch  the  globe  around 
For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fb  good. 

4  Carnal  provifions  can  at  beft. 

JBut  chear  the  heart  or  warm  the  head  ; 
But  the  rich  cord'al  which  we  tafte. 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Praife  to  the  Mafter  of  the  feaft. 
His  name  our  fouls  forever  blefs  ; 

To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Prieil, 
A  loud  hofanna  round  the  place. 

XIX.     Glory  in  the  Crofs, 

I     AT  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord, 

jr\.  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feaft  i 
Thy  blood,  like  mine,  adorns  thy  board. 
And  thy  own  fie fh  feeds  cv'ry  guefl. 
0.  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trufl:  for  life  in  one  who  dy'd  ; 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above. 
From  a  Redeemer  crucify 'd. 
3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  (hame, 
And  fling  their  fcandals  on  the  <paufc  i 


B.  in.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.   253 

We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name. 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 
4  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcofEng  age. 
He  who  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb 
He  lives  above  their  utmofl  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  'till  he  come. 

XX.      The  Provtjions  of  the  Table  of  our  Lord, 
I    T    GRD,  we  adore  thy  bount'ous  hand, 

A-J     And  fmg  the  folemn  feaft, 
Where  fweet  csekft'al  dainties  ftand. 

For  ev'ry  Vvilling  gueft. 

[2  The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 

With  rich  immortal  fruit  ; 
And  ne'er  an  angry  fiam.ing  fword 

To  guard  the  paffage  to't. 

3  The  cup  (lands  crcwn*d  with  living  juice  ; 
The  fountain  flows  above-. 

And  run's  down  ftreaming,  for  our  uie. 
In  rivulets  cf  love  ] 

4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  heav'nly  art, 
The  pleafure's  well  refin'd  ? 

They  fpread  new  life  through  ev'ry  hearty 
And  chear  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love^ 
Ye  faints  \=vho  tafle  his  wine  ; 

Join  vvith  5/our  kindred  faints  above, 
in  loud  h"o fauna's  join. 

6  A  thoufand  glories  to  the  GoD, 
Who  gives  fuch  joy  a?  tiiis  1 

Ho&nna  !  let  it  found  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is, 
X 


aSA-         HYMNS    and  B.  III. 

XXI.     The  irimiiphaJ  Feaji  for  Chrift's  Vic- 
tory over  Sin,  Deaths  and  Hell. 
I   /^OME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 

\^     High  as  our  joys  arife  ; 
And  join  the  fongs  above  the  Iky, 

Where  pleafure  never  dies. 

[2  Jefus,  the  God,  v^^ho  fought  and  bled, 

And  conquer'd  when  he  fell. 
Who  rofe,  and  at  his  char'ot  wheels, 

Dragged  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 
[3  Jefus.  the  God,  invites  us  here. 

To  this  triumphal  feaft  ; 
And  brings  immortal  bleflings  down 

For  each  redeemed  gueft. 

4  The  Lord  !  how  glor'ous  is  his  face. 
How  kind  his  frrriJes  appear  ? 

And  oh  !  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear. 

5  **  For  you  the  children  of  my  love, 
**  It  was  for  you  I  dy'd  : 

**  Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 

**  And  look  into  my  fide. 

6  "  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 
*^  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 

'^'  When  1  came  down  to  free  your  fouls  - 
**  From  mifery  and  chains; 

[7   ''  Ji'iftice  unOieath'd  its  fi'ry  fword, 
''  And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart  ; 

*'  Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 
**  And-mo{t  tormenting  fmart. 

8   ''  When  hell,  and  all  its  fpiteful  pow'rs, 
"  Sicod  dreadful  in  my  way, 
X2 


^M, 


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''To  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours, 

1  gave  my  own  away. 
g   *'  But  while  I  bled,  and  groaned,  and  dy'd, 

**  I  ruin'd  fatan*s  throne  ; 
**  High  on  my  crofs  I  hung,  and  fpy'd 

**  The  monfter  tumbling  down. 

10  **  Now  you  mud:  triumph  at  my  feaft, 
**  And  tafte  my  fieih,  my  blood, 

*•'  And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd, 
ic  Pqj.  4^js  immortal  food.'* 

11  Viftor'ous  God  !  what  can  we  pay 
For  favors  fo  divine  ? 

We  v/ould  devote  our  hearts  av/ay 
To  be  forever  thine.] 

12  We  give' thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praife, 
The  tribute  of  our  tongues  — 

But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 
Exceed  cur  nobleft  fongs. 
XXII .      The  Co?npaff.on  of  a  dying  Chrift. 

1  ^'^URfpirits  join  t*  adore  the  Lamb  ;— 
\J   Oh,  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 

In  drains  immortal  as  his  name. 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ! 

2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 

The  prince  of  hcav'n  refigns  his  breath, 
And  pours  his  life  cut  en  the  ground, 
To  ranfom  guilty  v/orms  from  death  1 
[3  Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws  ; 
He  from  the  threatnings  fet  us  free, 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  crofs. 
And  iiaii'd  the  curfes  to  the  tree.] 
[4  The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now— 
And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more  i 


256  HYMNS    AND        B.  UI. 

From  all  his  wounds  new  blefllngs  flow, 
A  fea  of  joy  without  a  (hore. 

5  Here  we  have  wafh'd  our  deepeft  ftains, 
And  heal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blood  : 
Blefs'd  fountain  !  fpringing  from  the  veins 
Of  Jefus,  our  incarnate  God.] 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  drive 
To  fpeak  compaffion  fo  divine  ; 
Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  give, 

A  thoufand  lives  fhould  all  be  thine, 

XXlll.GraceandGkryhytheDeatho/ChM. 
[i  Q ITTI NG  around  our  Father's  board, 

O     We  raife  our  tuneful  breath  j 
Our  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lord, 
And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 

2  We  fee  the  blood  of  Jefus  fhed, 
V/hence  all  our  pardons  rife  ; 

The  finner  views  th'  atonement  made, 
And  loves  the  facrifice.] 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhameful  crofs, 
*  Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  : 

Our  higheft  gain  fprings  from  thy  lofs  ; 
Our  healing,  from  thy  v/ounds. 

4  Oh  !  *tis  impoiTible  that  we, 
Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 

Should  equal  fufr'rings  bear  for  Thee, 

Or  equal  thanks  repay. 
XXIV.      Pardon  and  Strength  from  CWi^, 
I    T?ATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 

JL       To  fee  thy  glory  fhine  ; 
The  Lord  with  his  own  table  biefs, 

And  make  the  feaft  divine. 
7.  We  touch,  we  talle  the  heavenly  bre^d^ 


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We  drink  the  facred  cup  ; 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  fed^, 
-.'  ■<  Gur  fouls  rejoiipe  in  hope. 

'3  We  fhail  appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son^ 

And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  fhall  be  ftrong  to  run  the  race. 

And  climb  the  upper  iky  ; 
Chrift  v/ill  provide  our  fouls  with  grace. 

He  bought  a  large  fupply. 

[5  Let  us  indulge  a  cheariul  frame. 

For  joy  becomes  a  feail  ; 
We  love  the  mem'ry  of  his  name. 

More  than  the  wine  we  tafte.] 

XXV.      Divine  Glories  and  Graces. 

1  T  TOW  are  thy  glories  here  difplay^d, 
JlJl.  Great  God,  how  bright  they  fhine  ; 

While  at  thy  word  v/e  break  the  bread. 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine ! 

2  Here  thy  revenging  juftice  {landsj 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 

Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands. 
Like  Jefus  on  the  crofs. 

3  Thy  faints  attend,  with  ev'ry  grace 
On  this  great  facrifice  ; 

And  love  appears  with  chearful  face, 
And  faith  with  mixed  eyes. 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fitS:, 
To  heav'n  directs  her  fight ; 

Here  ev'ry  warmer  pafiion  meets. 
And  (Irongeft  pow'rs  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  pait^ 

X  2, 


XXVI.      i^  Long  Metre. 
t    T>  LESS^D  be  the  Father,  and  hi 


258      HYMNS  AND       B.  nr. 

And  rifing  fin  deftroy  ; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight, 

Let  fm  forever  die  ; 
Then  {hall  our  fouls  be  all  delight, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 

A  Song  of  Praife  to  the  Ever-bJeJfed  Trinity, 
God  the  Father,   Son,  and  Spirit, 

lis  love,    I 
To  whofe/ceieltal  fource  v^e  owe 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joy  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below, 
a  Glory  to  Thee,  great  Son  of  God  ; 
From  whofe  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  ftream  of  vital  blood. 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 

3  We  give  Thee,  facred  Spirit,  praife. 
Who,  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  woe, 
Makes  living  fprings  of  grace  arife, 
And  into  bound] tfs  glory  How. 

4  Thus  Gojl>  the  Father,  GoD  the  Son, 
Ajid  God  the  fpirit  we  adore, 

That  fea  of  life  andlove  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom  or  a  ihore. 

XX VI  J.      la  Common  Metre, 

I    /^  UOR.Y  to  God  the  Father's,  name; 

\y     Who,  frorn  oui  fmful  race, 
Chofe  out  his  fav'rites  to  proclaim 

The  honors  of  his  grace. 

^  Glory  to  Qojp  the  bon  be  paidp 


R  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    25^ 

Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay» 
And,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead. 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 

3  , Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give. 

From  whofe  almighty  pow'r 
Our  fouls  their  heav'niy  birth  derive^ 
And  blefs  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  abovCj 
Th'  eternal  Three  and  One, 

Who  by  the  v/onders  of  his  love. 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 

XXVIII.      ih  Short  Metre. 

I    Y    ET  God  the  Father  live 
1  -4     For  evef  on  our  tongues  • 
Sinners  from  his  firil  love  derive  ' 
The  ground  of  all  their  fongs, 

1  Ye  faints,  employ  your  breath 
In  honor  to  the  Son, 
Who  bought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  deaths 
By  off'ring  up  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praife, 
Of  an  immortal  ftrain, 

Whofe  light,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  conveys- 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  While  God.. the  Comforter, 
Reveals  our  pardon'd/iln, 

Q  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
The  fame  record  within. 

5  To  the  great  One  and  Three, 
Who  feals  ihis  grace  in  heav'fl^ 

The  Father.  Son,  and  Spirit,  be. 
Eternal  glory  givVi. 


26o    •     HYMNS    AND         B.  Iir 

—XXIX.      2d  Lon^  Metre. 

1  f^  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity,     ^ 
%JX  Whofe  name  hasmyfteries  unknov«^Jx; 

In  effence  One,  in  Perfon  three  ; 
A  fecial  nature  yet  alone. 

2  When  all  our  nobleft  pow'rs  are  join'd,. 
The  honors  of  thy  name  to  raife  ; 
Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind, 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 

' — XXX.     2d  Common  Mstre. 

1  'TP  H  E  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

X       Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word. 
And  nev.^-creating  breath. 

2  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit — all  divine — 

The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  anci  angels  join. 

--XXXL      2d  Short  Metre.-^.  ' 

1  T    ET  God  the  Maker's  name 
t  4     Have  honor,  love  and  fear. 

To  God  the  Saviour,  pay  the  fame. 
And  God  the  Comforter. 

2  Father  of  lights  above^ 
Thy  mercy  we  adore. 

The  Son  of  thy  eternal  love, 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r. 

^XXXiL     3d  Long  Metre.^ 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son,  < 
And  Gor>  the  Spirit,  Three  inOne^ 
Ee  honor,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 


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-      —XXXIIf.     Or  thus  :-^ 

ALL  glory  t€»  thy  wond'rous  name. 
Father  of  Mercy,  God  of  love  % 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord,  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  praife  the  heavenly  Dove.  . 
— XXXI V^      3d  Common  Metre.-^ 

NOW  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador  d, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known. 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

—XXXV.     Or  thus  i^ 

HONOR  to  Thee,  Almighty  Three, 
And  everlafting  One  ; 
All  Glory  to  the  Father  be. 
The  Spirit,  and  the  Son. 

— X)(XVL     3d  Short  Metre,-^ 

YE  angels  round  the  throne. 
And  Saints  who  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

— XXXVIL     Or  thus  :-^ 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praife, 
Give  glory  to  the  Son  % 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honor  done. 

XXXVIII.  Smg  of  Praife  tothebleJfedTrmty, 
I    T  GIVE  immortal  praife 
A  To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
And  better  hopes  above. 
He  fent  his  own 
Eternal  Sonp 
To  die  for  fins. 


^6^         HYMNS     and         B.  III. 

Which  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too  ; 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
From  everlading  woe : 

And  new  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigiiis, 

And  fees  the  friiit 

Of  all  his  pairs. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  worlhip  give, 
Whofe  new-creating  pow*r 
Makes  ths  dead  finner  live  : 

His  work  compkats 
The  great  defiga. 
And  fills  the  foul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  Thee 
Be  enclcfs  honors  done  \ 

-The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myfter'cus  One  i 
Where  reafon  fails 
With  all  her  powers. 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 

— XXXiX.— 
1   ''  I  'O  Him  who  chofe  us  firft, 
Jl       Before  the  world  began^ 
To  him  who  bore  the  curfe 
To  faverebeli'ors  man  : 
To  him  who  forms 
Our  hearts  anew, 
Is  endlefs  praife 


|.  Ill;  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.   263 

And  glory  due. 

2  The  Father's  love  fhall  run 
Thro'  our  immortal  fongs  5 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
Hofannas  on  our  tongues  : 

Our  lips  addrefs 
The  Spirits  name 
With  equal  praife. 
And  zeal  the  fame. 

3  Let  ev'ry  faint  above, 

And  angel  round  the  throne, 
For  ever  blefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One  : 

Thus  Heav'n  fhall  raife  ^ 

His  honors  high, 

When  earth  and  time 

Grow  old  and  die. 

^       '     XL.— • 

I   npO  God  the  Father's  throne 
X     Perpet'al  honors  raife  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  ; 
And  while  our  lips 
Their  tribute  brins:, 
Our  faith  adores 
The  name  we  fmg. 

— X»LL     Or  thus '.-^ 

\   ^  I  ^O  our  eternal  God, 

A     The  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
Three  myfteries  ia  Ore  : 


^4         HYMNS    AMD  B.IU. 

Salvation,  powV, 
And  praife  be  giv'n. 
By  ail  on  earth 
And  all  in  heav'n. 
— XL  1 1 .     Long  Mtfre^ 
*— 7i&^  HosANNA  ;  or,  Salvation  afcrihed  ti} 
Chrift.— 

1  TTOS^KNA  to  Kirg  David's  Son, 
JjL   Who  rtigns  or.  a  fuptr'or  throne  : 

Wc  bkfs  the  Prince  of  heav'niy  birth. 
Who  brings  falvation  down  to  •earth. 

2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  delightful  work  engage  ; 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Sion  fing 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King, 

— X  L I H .     Common  Metre: 

1  TT  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Prince  of  grace, 
XX   Sion.  behold  thy  King  ; 

Proclaim  the  fon  of  David's  race, 
And  teach  the  babes  to  fing, 

2  Hofanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word 
Thjit  from  the  Father  came  ; 

Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord, 
With  bleflings  on  his  name. 

XLIV.     Short  Metre. 
OS^NNA  tothc  Son 
Of  David  and  of  God, 
Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down, 

And  bought  it  with  his  b'ood. 
1  To  Chrifl  th'  anointed  King 

Be  cndlefs  blefllngs  giv'n  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  fingf 
Who  made  our  pcSce  with  heav'n. 


mnii    SPIRITUAL  SONGS,   265 

-_»^XLV.> — . 

1  TT  OS  ANN  A  to  the  King 
XA  Of  David's  ancient  blood  ; 

Behold  He  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  God  ; 
^      Let  old  and  young 

Attend  his  v/ay. 

And  at  his  feet 

Their  honors  lay. 

2  Glory  to  God  on  high. 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Let  earth,  and  fea,  and  fky. 
His  wond'rous  love  proclaim  t 

Upon  his  head 
Shall  honors  reft 
And  ev'ry  age 
Pronounce  him  blefs'd. 


THE        END. 


*    *    * 
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^  ^^  '^  'i!^'  '^^  ^-^  'Sg'  ^W  '^J^  ^  'Tip  ^'^  q^:^  ^"^ 

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TABLE 

To  find  any  Hymn  ^)>  thefirfl  Line 

-  A    DoRE,  and  tremble,  for  cur  God  28 

\r\  Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  1  115 

AW  mo«al  vanities,  be  gone,  19 

And  are  vye  wrecches  vet  alive  ?  191 

And  muft  this^body  dte  ?  195 

A"»<d  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes  172 

Atife,  my  ft»u},  my  joyful  pow'rs  172 

As- new-born  babes  defire  the  breafl  9^ 

At' thy  c6ranlan<i,  our  deareft  Lord  252 

Attend,  while  God's  exalted  Son,  208 

Awake,  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue  ij 

Awake,  our  fouls,  away  our  fears  30 

Away  from/ev'ry  mortal  care  203 


BACKWARD  with  humble  fh  a  me  we  look  36 
Begin,  my  tongue,  feme  h^av'nJy  iheme  162 

Benold  how  fi.iners  difagree  87 

Behoid  the  blind  their  fight  receive  ziz 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  3 

Behold  the  grace  appears  ^ 

Beheld  the  pother  and  the  c'ay  78 

Behold  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here  ^.^ 

Behold  the  womaa's  proaiis'd  Seed  213 

Behold  the  wrerch  whofe  luil  and  wine  82 

Behold  what  wcnd'rous  grace  43 

Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  who  fee  69 

Blefs'd  be  the  everlafling  God  21 


IV.  TABLE. 

Page, 

BlefsM  be  the  Father  and  his  love  258 
Blefs'd  morning  whofe  young  dawning  r^ys  165 

Blefs'd  vviih  ihe  joys  ofinnccence  206 

Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  ikies  aop 

Bright  King  of  Glory,  dreadful  God  147 

Broad  is  the  road  which  leads  to  death  226 

Bury'd  in  fhadows  of  the  night  66 

But  few  amon.g  the  carnal  wife  t6 

CAn  creatures  to  perfefiion  find  251 

Chnji  and  his  croJr  are  all  oar  theme  80 

Come,  all  harmon'oas  tongues  174 

Come,  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell  90 

Comq,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God  189 

Come  hither  a'l  ye  weary  /ouls  85 

Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove  135 

Come,  let  us  join  ajovful  tune  242 

Come,  let  us  jjjn  our  chearful  fongs  40 

Come,  let  us  iifc  our  joyful  eses  193 

C^me,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high  2^4 

Come,  we  who  love  the  Lord  13 1 

T*^AuGHTERs  of  Sipn,  come,  behold  48 

X^  Dear  L;rd,' behold  our  fore  diftrefs  225 

Deareft  of  ai!  the  names  above  219 

Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid  145 

Death  may  diflblve  my  body  now        ,  21 

Death  !   'tie  a  melanchc?ly  day  148 

DeceivM  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell  72 

Deep  in  the  cuft  before  thy  throne  83 

Defcend  from  heav'n  immortal  J^ove  126 

Do  we  not  knew  that  folemn  word  82 

Down  hradlong  from  their  native  ikies  184 

Dread  Sov 'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  fong  114 

E'Er.  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftreich'd  abroad  4 

Eternal  Sovereign  of  the  iky  220 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  conhh  2)0 


,^ 


T     A  'B     L     E.  V. 

Page, 

,^*|7<'AiTH  is  the  brighteft  evidence  8 1 
,Jj    Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  fee 

gone  119 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee  1^1 

- jfnher.  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace  215^ 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands  91 

from  heav*n  the  fianing  angels  fell  185; 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  {hall  rife  167 

G  En  TILES  by  nature  we  belong  "jS 
Give  me  the  wings  of  Faich  to  rife     214 

Glory  to  God  the  Trinity  260 

Glory  to  God  who  walks  the  (ky  154 

Glory  to  God  the  Father*s  name  258 

God  is  a  Spirit  jaft  and  wife                  '  90 

God  of  the  morning  at  wbofe  voice  54 

God  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice  163- 

God,  the  eternal  awful  name  129 

God,  who  in  various  methods  told  34 

Go  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord  ^6 

Go,  worlhip  at  ImmanueV s  feet  9S 

Great  God,  bow  infinite  art  thou  162 

■Great  God,  I  o^^ixi  thy  fen^ence  jud  7 

Great  God,  thy  glories  fhali  employ  232 

Great  God.,  to  whit  a  glor'oas  bight  196 

Great  King  of  Glory,  and  of  Grace  227 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great  2i5 

AD  I  the  tonpacs  of  Gneh  end  'Jrif^s  S9 
Happy  the  Church,  thou  facred  place  158 
Happy  the  heartwhere  o-races  rei^gn  138 

Hark  !  from  th'e  ton>b?  a  doleful  fjtJnd  •  158 
Hark  !  the  Redeemer  from  en  jiigh  ,  ...  -  46 
Hear  what  the-voice  fro!sJ*eav*n  proclaims  iS 
.Hence  from  my  foul  fad  tTrOiightP,  begone  365 
Here  ^t  rhy  c;»of5,  my^  dying  God  i .! '-4 

•H^gh  as  the  h?av'ns  ab^vethe  grcvind  •'iC^ 


Y 


VI.  TABLE. 

Page, 

Hofanna,  &c.     ...                   .  264 

Hofanna  to  our  conqu'fing  King  177 

Hofanna  to  the  Prihce  of  Light  i^S 

Hofanna  to  th3  Royal  Son  15 

Hofanna,  with  a  cpearfal  found  I  [5 

How  are  thy  glofies  here  diiplay*d  257 

How  beaut'ous  are  thy  feet                      ,  11 

How  can  1  fmk  with -luch  a  prop  199 

How  condefcending  and  how  kind  23^ 

How  full  of  angui(h  u  the  thought  187 

How  heavy  is  the  night  6j 

Hovv  honourable  is  the  place  8 

How  large  the  promire,  how  divine  76 

How  oft  have  fin  and  fatan  drove  92 

How  rich  are  thy  provifions.  Lord  246 

Hew  fad  our  ft.ate  by  nature  is  178 

How  fhall  i  praife  th'  eternal  God  231 

How  fhort  and  haftv  is  our  life  133 

How  fnould  the  ions  of  Adam's  race  59 

How  Urong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  31 

How  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place  247 

How  vain  are  ail  things  here  below  145 
How  wond'rous  great,  how  glo'rous  bright      176 

I  Can  NOT  bear  thine  abfence.  Lord         200 

I  give  immortal  praife  261 

I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms  225 

I  lift  my  banr.cr,  faith  rhe  Lord  23 

I  love  the  windows  of  thy  crace  217 

I'm  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord  70 

I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away  117 

I  fing  mv  Saviour's  wond'rous  death  198 

Jtho^Kjah  fpeaks,  let  IJr'el  hear  ^'^ 

'Jehu'vah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high  234 

^ffui,  in  thee  cur  eyes  behold  97 

Jffus  invites  his  faints  238 

y^fui  ji  gore  above  the  fkies  24 1 


TABLE.  VII. 

Page, 

Sfefus,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  34 

'J^^fus,  we  bow  before  thy  feet  252 

Jejas^  with  all  thy  faints  above  13 1 

in  Gabriels  hand  a  mighty  ftone  38 

In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  Love  2^ 

In  vain  taefe  weahhiy  mortals  toil  19 

In  vain  we  laviih  out  our  lives  9 

Infinite  grief!  amazing  woe  1 83 

Join  ail  the  glor'ous  names  104 

Join  a!I  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r  103 

Is  this  the  kind  return  166 


I N  D  is  the  fpsech  of  Chrtji  our  Lord      49 

LADEN  with  guilt,  and.  full  of  fears        200 

Let  all  oar  tongues  be  one  243 

Let  everlafling  glories  crown  208 

Let  ev'ty  mortal  ear  attend  7 
Let  God  the  Father  live                          '    '    259 

Let  him  embrace  my  foal  and  prove  43 

Let  God  the  Maker's  name  260 

Lat  me  bat  hear  my  Saviour  fay  I4. 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  Zing  37 

Let  others'' boaft  how  Urong  tbey  be  122 

l^ttP  bar  [fees  of  high  efteera  %% 

Let  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong  124. 

Let  th'  feventh  angel  found  on  high  42 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatnres  lie  186 

Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood  227 

Let  them  negleft  thy  glory.  Lord  '35 

Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word  240 

Life  and  immorui  joys  are  giv'n  205 

Life  is  the  tlms  to ierve  the  Lor':'  bi 

Lift'up  yoi^r  e>es  10  th' heav'n',     l:.:.-  237 

Lo  the  deftroying  angsl  fnes  21^ 

Likefheep  v^e  wtn;  Ulrjiy  p^ 


viri.  T    A    B    L    E. 

Lo,  what  a  glor'ous  fight  appears  i^ 

Long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found  231^ 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear  if- 

Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  24^. 

Lord,  how  fecure  and  blefs'd  are  they  \^t 

Lord,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was  77 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  baunt'ous  hand  253 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vafi;  defigns  1 94 

Lord,  W'c  are  blind,  poor  mortals  blind  128 

Lord,  we  confefs  our  numerous  faults  7^^ 

Lord,  what  a  heav*n  oT  faving  grace  I  lo 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  14S 

Lord,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll  1 1 2 

AN  has  a  foul  of  vafl:  defires  21J 
Miftakc-n  fouls  who  dream  of  heav*n    92 

'y  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  213 

My  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fieep  ye  fo  ?  127 

My  G06,  how  endlcfs  is  thy  love  56 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love  18 1 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  Icve  182 

My  Godi  permit  me  not  to  be  203 

My  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys  150 

Mv  God,  what  end  efs  plealuies  dwell  140 

My  heart,  ho^v  dreadful  hard  it  is  185 

My  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  Prince  214. 

Kdy  foul,  come  meditate  the  day  156 

My  foul  foridkes  h:r  vain  delight  ji6 

My  thoughts  on  a-vfui  lubjedts  roll  1 10 

My  though  IS  farmount  thtfe  lower  fkles  229 

Kf  AKEDj  >.i  firm  the  earth  we  came  6 

I     Nature  wiih  all  her  pow'r  ftiali  fing  109 

Nature  with  open  -vO'cme  ftands  245 

Wo,  i'li  lepine  at  deaih    o  more  1S9 

No,  I  fhaii  envy  them  no  more  151 

No  more,  m^   God',  I  bo;  U  ro  more  7  •» 

Nor  eye  hath  Tcenj  nor  ear  has  heard  71 


T    A    B    L    E.  i3f. 

Page. 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beafts  2 1  j 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth  65 

l^gt  diiF'reot  feed,  aor  different  drefs  85. 

Not  from  the  daft  afflI(ftion  grows  57 

Not  the  malicious  or  prophane  71 

Not  to  condemn  she  fons  of  men  6S 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord  222 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  73 

liiow  be  the  God  of  I/r'el  blefs'd  3 1 

Now  by  the  bo»vels  of  my  God  87 

Novv  for  a  tune  oflofty  praife  141 

i^ow  have  our  hearts  embr?c'd  our  God  248 

Nvjw  in  the  ^alPries  of  his  grace  53 

Noiv  in  th^  heat  of  voathful  blood  03 

Now  let  a  fpactoas  world  arife               .  ziS 

Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  250 

Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile  146 

Now  fatan  comes  with  dreadful  roar  225 

Now  fhall  my  inward  joys  arife  25 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  144 

Now  to  the  Lord  who  makes  us  know  39 

Now  to  the  pow""f  of  God  (oprssns  >  91 

For  an  overcoming  f£,ich  15 
Oh  !   if  my  foul  was  form*d  for  woe    19 f 

Oh;!  the  almighty  Lord  I71 

Oh  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys  1 79 

Onea  I  leek  .*2y;Lord  by  night  47 

Once  more,  my  foul,  the  riftag  day  113 

Gar  days,  ala?,  oar  mortal  days  13S 

Gar  God,  how  firm  his  promife  ftands  139 

Oar  fins,  alas  1   how  flroag  they  be  176 

Oar  fDuis  {hall  magr.ify  the  Lord             '  38 

0\XT  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  255  . 

Lukg'd  in  a  galph  of  dark  defpair  170 

Praif^  eyetlaj^ing  praife  be  paii  1 55 


X.  T    A    B'  L    E. 

RAisE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run  134 

Raife.your  triumphant  fongs  190 

Rife,  rife,  roy  foul,  and  leave  the  ground  12 1 

SAiNTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word  86 

Salvation  !;  O  the  joyful  found  177 

See  where  the  great  incarnate  God  29 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood  57 

Shall  we  go  on  to  bin  72 

Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud  63 

Shout  to  the  Lord  and  let  your  joys  180 

Sin  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts  221 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  difease  222 

Sing  to  the  Lord   who  buih  the  ikies  118 

i'ing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hefts  157 

Sitting  around  our  Father's  boa-d  256 

So  did  the  Hebri<vn  prophet  raiie  75 

So  let  our  lips  2nd  lives  exprels  f-8 

Stand  up,  my  foul,  fhake  off  thy  fears  168 
Sloop  down  rav  thoughts  which  ufe  to  rife     130 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait  2  23 

'n|'~**ERRiBLE  God,  who  reign'Il  on  high   125 

i      That  awful  day  will  furely  come  192 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  151 

The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God  164 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd  260 

The  King  oi  Glory  frnds  his  Son  21 1 

The  landb  which  long  in  darknefs  Isy  13 

The  law  bv  Mojes  came  79 

The  law  commands  and  maker,  us  know  202 

The  Lord  declares  his  will  20  i 

The  Lord  defcending  from  above  205 

The  Lord  Jeshcvah  reigns  234 

1  he  Lord  on  high  proclaims  5.^ 

The  majfrty  of  bo'cmon  icjy 

The  mera'ry  of  ^>ur  dying  Lord  249 

The  promifc  of  ir./  Fathers  love  '238 


T    A    B    L    E.  ^h 

Page, 

The  promife  was  divinely  free  210 

The  itQQ  Mejtajf  now  appears  118 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  founds  45 

The  wond'ring  world  enquire  to  know  51 

There  is  a  houfe  not  mauc  with  hands  74. 

There  is  a  land  of  puTe  delight  159 

There  was  an  houc  when  Chrif)  rejoiced  *  1 1 
Thefe  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  Ihlne  27 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love  2  1.2 

Thou,  whom  my  loul  admires  above  ^    44 

Thus  did  the  fonsof  .^;;a'it)  pafs  206 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  hf\m&.  en  •  55 

Thus  faith  the  firft,  and  grpa,*  command  .  78 

Thus  faith  ihe  high  and  lofty  .Qne-      .  .  60 

Thus  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  ffeies, ,  173 

Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  81 

Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord  64 

Thy  favors.  Lord,  furprize  our  fouls  '43 

Time,  what  sn  empty  vapour  'tis  I5'3 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come  207 

'Tis  from  the  treafures  of  h.h  word  100 

'Tis  not  the  law  often  commands  20^ 

To  God  the  only  wife  32 

To  him  who.chofe  us  firft  262 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord  212 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night  237 

*Twas  the  comniiirion  of  the  Lord  33 

VA IN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men  65 
Vain  are  the  hopes  which  rebely>p»ace  63 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie  1^9 

Up  to  the  Lord  who  reigns  on  high  143 

WE  are  a  garden  wall'd  around  50 
We  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord     209 

,  We  fin^  th'  amazing  deeds  251 

We  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love  36 

Welcome,  fweet  day  of  reft  119 


HH.  T    A    B    L    E. 

Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone  136 

What  diff'rent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fm  z.6 

What  equal  honors  (hall  we  fing  41 

What  ha^py-  men  or  angels  thefe  26 

What  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God  22 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arifc  25 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  1 59 

When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  x88 

When  I  furvey  the  wond*rous  crofs  242 

When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  didrefs  35 

When  Grangers  fland  and  hear  me  tell  52 

When  the  firft  parents  of  our  race     ^  169 

When  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  (kies  126 

Where  are  the  moarners,  faiih  the  Lord  223 

Who  can  defcribe  the  jays  which  rife  69 

Who  has  believed  thy  word  93 

Who  is  this  fair  One  in  diftrefs  54 

Who  fhall  the  Lord's  eleil  condemn  13 

Why  does  your  face,  )t  humble  fouls  175 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  1 1 1 

Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee  123 

Why  ftiould  the  children  of  a  King  97 

Why  ftiou'd  this  earth  delight  us  fo  230 

Why  fhould  we  ftart  and  fear  to  die  133 

With  chearfui  voice  I  fing  soi 

With  holy  fear,  and  humble  fong  142 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  84 


E  fons  pf  Adam,  vain  and  young  61 

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